After successfully healing the small green creature that accompanied Amara, the group began following her back toward her village. Amara who was carrying this sleeping grean creture on top of her head was eager to introduce her newfound allies to her people, grateful that finally, someone strong enough to stand against the ghouls had emerged.
As they walked, Carl couldn't help but steal glances at Dean, occasionally directing mischievous comments his way. "Enjoying the view, Mr. Hero?" he teased, leaning in closer to Dean. Dean brushed him off, pushing him away, his mind preoccupied with the revelation of the existence of these unknown people and races.
