The camp life was interesting, unlike anything Alyssalee had ever experienced before. The Undivine helped each other, and everyone had a role in serving, like a real community. Unlike at the orphanage, they didn’t work in the spirit of being part of something larger. These people enjoyed helping each other and took pride in their particular tasks.
By the look of him, RatManchou took great joy in filling the stomachs of the gang, and if someone’s palate failed to be overtaken with ecstasy, he took it personally. The two-person laundry team perked up when people picked up their clothes. Alyssalee witnessed the quality of their work as an Undivine pulled the stack of their neatly folded laundry to their face, smiling at the invigorated freshness. Even the people who took shifts as perimeter
