Capítulo 125: The Morning Terror

The camp bustled with activity. Rache could hear the movement from inside the carriage.

The men packed and broke down the tents. The sounds of their heavy footsteps in the grass. The steady clomp clomp of the horses.

And.

The little child beside Rache, whimpered and squirmed, and curled up more.

It made Rache's chest ache.

Her fingers slowly, hesitantly, brushed through the child's soft hair. It wasn't as good as the boy's real mother, she was sure. But she hoped that the touch could provide some measure of comfort.

She didn't really know what else to do.

Despite Donncahd's conclusion that caring for and helping this boy was the same as the responsibility she'd taken on with little Darrach, taking care of a sickly baby goat was an entirely different challenge and far more straightforward than helping a traumatized boy.

She could feed Darrach, pet him and praise him, and coddle him and he'd be okay.

That all...