Though things had returned mostly to normal, there was one thing Abrial had noticed seemed off between herself and Finley.
Finley seemed hesitant to touch her at all.
Like, at all!
When Abrial was new to the camp, Finley had led her everywhere by the wrist, as though afraid she would lose Abrial in the maze of tents. When they happened to eat side by side in the dining tents, their knees had touched naturally. At night, if Abrial ever woke up because of a strange dream, when she opened her eyes, Finley would be sleeping facing her, not too far away.
