They had been quietly watching the child for a good fifteen minutes. The warm light of the gaslight illuminating his soft features as he slept oblivious in his makeshift crib.
“I'll take care of it” – Ussi had simply told Orstig in a firm voice before heading to their tent, but other than that he hadn't pronounced a single word since they'd put the kid to bed.
-What are we going to do? – Souna finally asked, breaking the awkward silence between them, her voice quivering as she looked intently at him – He is beginning to make himself aware of the differences between his and the other children’s lives… And he is struggling! What do we do now?
-We tell him the truth… I guess – The Yahurian mumbled tentatively, his eyes darting at hers with worry.
-Seriously, Ussi? You said you got the
