Lion Head Mesa Little girl

overruled by a child. a child he had just recently had to teach how to pluck cactus flowers and instructed how to preserve.

he might have felt an anger, but it flashed only as quickly as it had come. maybe pride wriggled within him too. regardless he relinquished his position as something strong here.

a sesh arrived. the healing would be taken over and he would not have to fret. yet his eye sought to catch the brilliant eyes of belen. reading and searching. half-tempted to pull her aside and half-tempted to keep her busy here so he may walk far.

he moved close to her and did not worry over the sesh seeing or hearing any such thing he uttered now.

stay, help the girl. his eyes warm but his voice grew thoughtful. i will send supplies but — i must walk and send someone to watch. it maybe was not his place but it felt like such all the same.