Haunted Wood When I was a young boy

I'm totally not crying either. Definitely nothing

She stared ahead as he secured the moss.
She felt numb in her throat, her legs.
The images that had plagued her time and time again would come and go forever.
She wouldn't be able to escape them, but she could escape the guilt.

But he was right.
She shouldn't think about it. She knew she'd have nightmares about it though.
She chuckled softly at his comment, realising that yeah, they all had.
"They know I'd just bring 'em right back. Plus, I've told them how hard hunting is," she winked. Her pair of baby beans could be controleld by food, and if she promised them enough of it, for free, until she was sure they would be ok, then sure.
Even if she turned eleven, and Leshen asked her to catch him a deer, she would.

He seemed moved by what she'd confessed to him, and now moved closer for comfort.
She accepted him happily, resting her chin on his head, trying really really hard not to cry.
"He was really stinky wasn't he," she managed to choke out, for the sake of not saying or thinking something that would break her.
Moving his body, she didn't think he could smell worse, but he did then.

"We'll both be Nightwalkers, and family."
She looked at him, smiling softly.
In the den, an echo of a sleeping sqeak emitted.
They are safe.