Sunset Valley i make the money, not wash the clothes.

The rabbit head was posed between her forelegs, where it rested as if nesting there, and the long ears tapered to her paws. They had been cleaned. The had stared blankly towards Indra with glassy eyes and a gaping little mouth, neither which offended the girl.

Colt had failed. It was her turn to do something to benefit them both - and for a second Indra wanted to say no, and be the child, and test the limits of his patience and his hunger; but he said something about other ways that unsettled her.

I'll go. But she didn't rise with any immediacy (or at all).

She didn't want to dispose of those soft ears yet. Indra focused on the rabbit, choosing that instead of the nagging feeling in the pit of her belly that tried to urge her guard up again. She took comfort where she could find it, unaware of a similar vein of thought that now passed through Colt.