His complexion no longer bore the pallor of that day.
A cup of water and a bowl of freshly cooked porridge lay on the tray.
The wanderers' camp had a chef dedicated to cooking because Hannah could be quite picky about her food.
Arnold glanced at Gregory, pondered for a moment, then reached out to take the tray from his hands, offering a word of thanks.
The wanderers' camp consisted only of tents.
The one Arnold stayed in was the one Hannah had used before.
It was tidied up very clean; there were no unnecessary items, just like the others'.
The only out-of-place item might be the pink plush rabbit placed at the head of the bed.
Nicholas had brought that back for Hannah, saying that a girl might like such a thing.
Hannah had gone to the battlefield at nineteen, not as a prized asset but simply because no one was willing to take on that seemingly doomed mission.
