Lost Creek Hollow domestic pressures

He hadn't been worried about her being upset with him but it was good to clarify anyway. It seemed she was upset about needing help which was silly to him. I like helping, he said, smiling to help reassure her. It feels useful. He'd felt more purpose in his short time here, finding what he wanted to do now, than he had the previous two years of his life. It was nice. It helps me. He finished, feeling like he'd stumbled on a realization but not really bothering to finish the thought.

She was light and he provided a support rather easily as they walked, though he let her make the pace. If she didn't feel well going quickly could make it worse. He didn't know where her den was, so let her drive their direction as well.