Whitefish River Come Back Home

"You're family, Kryp,".

When was the last time she had ever heard someone consider her family? When was the last time she embraced someone so close to her like this? When was the last time she wept with another to comfort her? She couldn't recall, all of her time outside the wilds was a blur beside the more "memorable" moments she vividly remembered and looked down upon.

When he asked her the simple question, she sniffled before quietly nodding her head. It would be hard for her to move considering she was stiff and cold. But it surely wasn't impossible. When Grayday added more information about his plans, she wanted to argue with him, she really did. But she was so weak and frail while she stood with him that her body wouldn't even let her part her lips to talk. Reluctantly, she drooped her head lower before nodding her head again, expressing she knew Day was going to win this argument. Regaining her composure, slowly but surely, she began to withdraw from her tight embrace with Day. 

And when she did this, she lifted her gaze to meet his brown eyes, the eyes she remembered seeing foggy on the first day the two met. Murky green and yellow eyes grew wide when she noticed something was missing. Since when did Day on have 1 eye? Stretching out her neck to bump noses with Day, her unsteady and sheepish gaze into his eyes asked a silent question.

"What happened?"