LaRee groaned, as if troubled to answer such an obvious question, "I'm exiled. Of course, I have nowhere."
"Are you sure about that?" Granny Arbor chimed again.
"Yes! I'm exiled! I can never return to the tribe…"
Arbory rubbed her grandson's back with a subtle chuckle, "Well, what about the other tribe? You could become chief of their women and elderly after their great loss last night. You could even have a harem there–"
"No, Grandma!" LaRee exclaimed. "I would never do that. I'm exiled. But I'm not an enemy!"
The elderly woman pushed against LaRee until she could look him in the eyes. She asked, "Then what will you do? Live alone? Struggle to survive?"
"What else can I do? There is nothing else–"
"But there is…" Arbory sighed, showing a hint of disappointment with a chuckle. "How about one last cup of tea? That tends to make you less oblivious."
