"You sure she'll be all right on her own?"
"She should be fine. We can't really do anything for her now. Let her mourn."
Gil and Nisha both sighed at the same time as they looked at Cynthia, who has been in front of her husband's grave for more than an hour now. Even Gil, who was the closest to the two, didn't think that she'll be this affected by her husband's death. Well, of course, she was his husband… but seeing as their relationship seemed so open, he didn't really expect her to be this destroyed.
"So… what exactly do we do now?"
"...No idea," the two once again let out a long and deep sigh before looking at Van.
"What do we do now, Van?"
"Huh? Why are you asking me?"
"Aren't you supposed to be our leader?"
"...No. We're not in the Encampment anymore, do what you guys want to do." Van waved his hand as he turned around and walked away.
"Psh, why are you so shy?" Nisha followed her, her voice teasingly encroaching Van.
