After Everett woke up from his nap, we went and collected herbs and fruit around the woods. I taught him the names of everything I was able to identify around us and got him to call me Mo. He doesn’t speak much, like Issac said, but he absorbs everything I say like a sponge and seems to understand it.
Now we are sitting next to the fire eating an assortment of meat that Issac was able to catch.
“If you would like, you can sleep in the tent with Everett. I noticed that you seemed tired and if you start your journey again tomorrow, you should do it with a full belly and a good night's rest.” Issac says, while pointing to the small shelter.
“I don’t want to put you out. You’ve been so kind already. I can sleep out here.” I argue, but he shakes his head.
“No can do. I won’t allow it. We
