Elara pov
Three days in the cursed village and we'd fallen into a routine that felt almost normal if you ignored the wrongness of everything around us.
Liora hunted in the mornings, I cooked whatever she brought back.
Kael scouted the perimeter when he was strong enough to walk without falling over.
"You're doing it wrong," Kael said, watching me try to start a fire for the third time that morning.
"I'm doing it exactly how you showed me yesterday," I shot back, striking the flint again.
"No, you're holding it like you're afraid it'll bite you," he took the flint from my hands, "like this, firm grip, quick strike…see."
The fire caught immediately and I glared at him, "Show off."
"Competent," he corrected.
"There's a difference."
"I hate you," I muttered but there was no real heat
