"You are good with the knife, though it was kinda dull," Hartley praised. Behind Rout was Ashe, who had exclaimed when she saw Hen getting and was now crying aloud. "Shhh, Ashe! Big brother here is preparing us a tasty lunch. Really, what a crybaby."
Hartley carried the weeping Ashe inside the house to leave Rout alone outside. The male kid had already made a fire out of dry woods.
"Fiah!" The playful youngest sibling of Hartley saw the heating flame of the burning wood. He kept repeating the gibberish word and dared himself to touch the searing fire. "Fiah! Fiah!"
"Oh, no, no, no," prevened Rout. He lifted the light kid, and the brat squirmed, babbling about how he wanted to touch the fire. "Uh, Hartley! Your brother wants to touch the flames!"
"That kid! Every time he sees fire... Rell, come here!"
Even though Hartley's siblings were a handful and somewhat hard to deal with, Rout found joy in what he was experiencing. He felt at home.
