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Sticks, Asivaq decided after a beat. For the children to play with when we take breaks and for their teeth that still need to come in. Their molars would come in any day now, and she knew they'd need something to ease the discomfort.

While she was relieved to know when they were leaving, shame was also prevalent. She'd failed once again, and she couldn't help but question whether or not she was fit to be an Issumatar; all she had to show for her time as the village's head was a dead child and an unsuccessful settlement.

Asivaq watched Kigipigak and Malguk interact, her heart softening at the sight of father and daughter. Is there anything I can do for you, husband? she asked, her voice quiet.