Sea Lion Shores i want a hot dog real bad

Artaax struggles to keep his footing. He doesn’t answer her question but she doesn’t say anything, having laid a heavy brick on his back. He stumbles over her words, though, and she freezes to help keep him upright but she doesn’t know what to do now. They need to keep moving, at least a little ways. If they get somewhere that just looks leisurely, they can play it off as relaxing.

”A couple days, maybe a little longer,” she tells him and urges him along with a simple brush of her shoulder. She doesn’t want to push him if he really can’t make.

She always doesn’t want to tell him more bad news.

”But, um, before she arrived home, Wildfire and one of your sisters left,” she adds, sighing. ”Things are kinda weird.”