To Their Own Devices

And so for a few minutes, they remained in this position. =Dylan, comforting her, and her tears soaking his bandages. 

All of a sudden, one of the children entered into the room. "Momo!" she called out. this was a little Rat girl around the age of five. 

"Yes!?" Momo responded, immediately peeling herself from Dylan's embrace, wiping her tears, and nose, pretending as if she was alright.

"what is it, my dear?" she responded with a smile. 

"We are out of water. can we go fetch some from the stream?" she asked politely. 

"Sure, you can. you know what? I am already finished here, I'll come with you. Tell the others to carry their buckets, lets fill up the water basins." she stood to her feet, guiding the little girl along. 

Dylan got up following them. 

"what are you doing?" she turned to ask.

"i am coming with you!" Dylan stated clearly. "you and the kids need protecting, and I can do it."