Blacktail Deer Plateau This old world is cold and getting colder

Eilidh sniffled away her tears, turning her big green eyes to Dante. "Ma-maybe." Her breaths were hiccups now, and although she tried to settle her nerves, she felt frayed. Was this what it was like to be an adult? To have emotions forced through you at an accelerated rate? To not understand what was going on in your own body?

If so, she wanted nothing to do with it.

"I can't hunt or guard very well, Dante. I'm small, tiny compared to you! What use am I?" She sighed, shaking her head to rid herself of those silly thoughts, and tried to staunch the tears that leaked from her eyes. She did feel quite useless, especially now that her body was betraying her with those tears.