The Child

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After all that I had managed to do on my first day inside of the village, getting a good night's rest should have been easy. But it turned out to be anything but.

First it had been the bedding.

Then it was the draft.

Then it was the fire.

And then, suddenly, it was one mildly infuriating detail after another.

The hide covering the entrance didn't seem to be sitting quite right, so I adjusted it so that it would hang more securely on the frame. A wooden stool that I had found in a corner wobbled too much when I had tried to use it, so I fixed that, too. Then I decided to reposition the bed so that it sat a little closer to the fire before I noticed a few more things lying around that I felt the need to organize.

Tasks that I had told myself would only take me a couple of seconds or a few minutes to take care of piled on top of one another. Organizing a few cluttered baskets turned into creating a whole system for categorizing and storing supplies. Repairing the handle to a broken hunting knife led to me also sharpening the knife until it could slice through hides like warm butter. Fixing a trap led to me going outside to set the trap behind the hut so I could potentially make myself a meal in the morning.

I couldn't say when, exactly, but eventually I was satisfied enough with the place that I wasn't fixing anything, cleaning, or switching things around anymore. But I was making plans. I made a mental note of how many items Rain and I had thrown out earlier that would need to be replaced, as well as which areas of the hut were still in need of dire repair.

Eventually, I found myself being yanked out of my trance by the sound of birdsong. I poked my head outside, and was greeted by the first light of morning.

I almost laughed. I had spent all night doing things around the hut, and still had yet to get a wink of sleep.

I stood in the doorway and thought for a moment. Yesterday, I had told Bone that I'd help him finish breaking down that deer carcass that had been hanging out in front of his hut. A promise was a promise. I wasn't about to go back on my word over a lack of sleep, so I turned back inside, grabbed the hunting knife that I had taken the time to repair and sharpen earlier, and made my way into the village.

It was early, yet, but by the time I'd made it to Bone's hut, Bone was already waiting for me out front preparing his tools next to the deer.

He lifted his head, looking genuinely surprised as he watched me approach.

"You came," he stated, his tone still flat, "And you're early."

I let out a tired laugh as I pointed at the deer, "I said I'd help you with this, didn't I?"

"You did..."

Bone's words trailed off as he shifted his focus back onto his tools.

I was sure I knew what he was thinking. Thorn had probably said the same thing a time or two to him before, but never followed through. Had it been him, Thorn probably would have bailed on Bone to catch up on his sleep, rather than show up to help him break down a frozen deer.

A half-smile tugged on one of the corners of my mouth as I walked up to him.

"Still expecting Thorn?" I prodded.

Bone let out a snort, "A little bit."

I frowned a little at that, but did my best to brush it off. Bone had apparently put up with a lot from Thorn. Lies, theft, deception. Undoing all of that was going to take time, and plenty of consistency.

What I couldn't brush off was his stare as Bone looked at me from the side, his eyes holding just the slightest flicker of concern within them.

"What?" I asked.

"You look awful," Bone said bluntly, "When was the last time you slept?"

"Last night..."

"When?"

I paused.

"Last night," I repeated, "I had a few chores that I felt the need to take care of beforehand."

Bone raised a brow at me, "Chores? In the middle of the night?"

I shrugged, "The bedding was uncomfortable, so I had to fix that. Then there was a draft that kept me from falling asleep. Had to fix that. Then I had to tend to my fire... Just one thing after another, really."

Bone's response was a simple nod, "So you decided to start nesting instead of sleeping."

I blinked, "It was just a little bit of cleaning."

"Sounds more like you reorganized your entire hut."

"Well, it needed it."

Bone let out a deadpan hum, but didn't say anything more.

That is, until I took out my knife and started making my way over towards the deer.

"Stop," he said as he stood up, "I'll handle it."

I blinked at him again, "I can still help."

Bone shook his head, "You're exhausted. I'm not going to risk letting you ruin good meat or cut open your hand because you can't concentrate."

"I can still concentrate."

"David..." Bone placed a hand on my shoulder, positioning himself between me and the deer, "Go home and get some rest. I've got this."

I paused, "Are you sure?"

"I am sure."

My shoulders sagged slightly as I reluctantly sheathed my knife.

"Alright," I said, "But if you still need any help by the time I wake up, I'll be here. Sound good?"

Bone let out a grunt, "Sounds good."

With that, I slowly turned and made my way back to Thorn's hut.

If I was being honest with myself, I was happy for it. By the time I pushed my way back through the entrance, my eyes felt like stones sitting in their sockets and my mind had fogged over. My limbs felt heavy and my back began to slouch as I dragged myself over to the bed.

For once, I didn't care what the hut around me looked like. Within seconds of flopping onto the bedding, I was out cold.

I couldn't say for certain how long I had slept, but by the time I opened my eyes again, the hut was filled with the golden light of a bright and sunny afternoon.

I rolled onto my back, letting out a loud groan as I stretched out against the hides beneath me. My body felt like it had aged twenty years in the time that I had been asleep, my back and my joints popping and cracking as I moved to sit up.

A slight pattering sound filled my ears as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. My head turned, following it to the entrance of the hut.

A small boy, probably no older than five, stood in front of the doorway. My eyes widened as I got a good look at him. It was like looking in a mirror... almost. He and I shared the same tanned skin, dark freckles peppering his nose and cheeks. His short, dark brown hair came to rest just over his ears. He was thin, almost frail-looking, even underneath the bulk of his furs, and his hazel eyes stared apprehensively into mine, as though he were waiting to be given permission for something.

This child looked almost exactly like me...

Exactly like Thorn...

My breath caught in my throat.

Shade. He had come back.

"Father?" he finally asked in a tiny voice, "Can I come inside?"

The look on my face had to have been priceless. Was this child seriously asking me if he could enter his own house?

"Yeah," I said gently, "Yeah, of course you can."

Shade hesitated for a moment before taking a cautious step forward, and then another.

I followed his eyes as they travelled around the hut. It was only then that I got a good look at all of the work I had put into the place. The firepit was tidy and had a proper setup for cooking. The stone table had been wiped clean of dust and debris. Much like Bone's storage den, things had been organized and were given a proper place, opening the space up and making it a lot more functional.

Even the bed had been given more structure. Some pelts had been rolled and folded up into pillows, some had been bunched up to support my back, and one had been pulled over my legs for warmth.

"You changed the hut," Shade commented as he looked around.

"I did," I nodded, "It needed some work, didn't it?"

Shade made a small noise in agreement before he sheepishly approached me.

"I'm sorry I screamed at you," he said, dropping his gaze to the floor, "I hope you're not mad."

Shade's apology hit me like a kick in the gut.

I reached out and gently rested my hand on top of his head. He flinched.

"No," I told him quietly, "I'm sorry for scaring you. I'm not mad. I promise."

Shade looked up at me as I pulled my hand away. I couldn't read the expression that he had on his face. It was like he was waiting for something.

Just then, another figure appeared in the doorway, making both of us jump.

Flower entered the hut, holding Shade's rabbit pelt toy in her hands.

"Shade!" she called out, "You forgot-"

She stopped as her eyes landed on us before they started looking over the hut. Her face broke into a wide grin as she spun around, taking in every little detail.

"Wow! I love what you've done with this place!" she beamed, "I know Bone said that you had nested, but I didn't think he meant you had nested -nested."

"I just cleaned," I stated, trying not to raise my voice too much, "I just wanted to be comfortable enough to get some sleep."

"Yes, but for the whole night?"

"So I got a little carried away. It happens."

Flower ignored me.

"Raven's going to love you," she said, handing Shade his toy before settling herself next to the firepit, "She hates it when she has to come home to a mess, you know?"

Flower's voice held a tone like she was trying to say something in secret.

"Can I sit here?" Shade piped up, pointing to the wooden stool I had fixed earlier.

"You can sit wherever you want," I told him.

He perked up a little at that, sitting down on the seat and clutching his toy as he continued to watch us.

"How much does he know," I asked Flower, keeping my voice low.

"He knows you went cold fishing," she answered, "He knows that you fell in, and that you were in the healer's den. Nothing beyond that."

I nodded as I started putting the pieces together. Shade didn't know that I wasn't really Thorn. He had all the information that was needed to explain why his father was away for so long. Neither of us knew how he would react if he found out that his father had technically died, and that some stranger from another world was walking around in his body. As far as Shade knew, his father had survived the incident at the lake and had finally come home.

"Did something bad happen?" Shade asked, his eyes glancing between us.

"Um, a little bit," I replied, pausing as I tried to think of what I should say, "I was in the water too long, which made me very weak. I've been spending a lot of time with Rain so he can make sure that I'm okay."

Shade gave a nod in understanding, and I suppressed a sigh.

Okay, that'd worked.

I looked up as a shadow passed over the entrance of the hut. I was expecting Flower to have gotten up to leave, since it looked like she had done what she had set out to accomplish here by returning Shade's toy and checking in.

Instead, Rain pushed his way through the hide in the doorway. The hut suddenly felt a lot more cramped as Bone stepped in behind him, carrying a bundle of firewood under one of his arms and a rawhide sack slung over his shoulder.

I barely had enough time to acknowledge either of them before Rain stopped in his tracks. His mouth dropped as his eyes moved around the hut before they narrowed.

I knew that look. He was not impressed.

"I thought I told you to get some rest," he growled.

"I did get some rest," I countered.

" Last night !"

"I slept this morning."

"That's not the same thing!"

Bone ignored us as he walked past and dropped the bundle of firewood against a wall. He pulled the sack down off of his shoulder and set it on the stone table before deciding to make himself comfortable beside it.

"He looked like death," he commented.

Rain folded his arms, "And why did he look like death?"

I opened my mouth.

Rain gestured broadly around the hut before I could give a response.

"Because, apparently, nearly dying wasn't enough excitement for you for one week. You just had to spend all night rebuilding your home."

I crossed my arms, "I didn't rebuild it."

"You moved the bed..."

"It wasn't close enough to the fire."

"You repaired furniture..."

"The stool was falling apart."

"You patched the walls..."

"There was a draft."

"You set out a trap..."

I paused. After listening to Rain list everything out loud, it did sound a little ridiculous.

"Alright, that one probably could have waited..." I admitted.

Flower let out a snort, "Come now, Rain. Don't act like you've never gone through the process of nesting before yourself."

Rain rolled his eyes, "Yes, but I knew when it was time to stop and properly rest."

"It was just a bit of cleaning," I muttered, "It's not a big deal."

"Your body is still recovering. You cannot recover if you refuse to sleep."

"Well, then it's a good thing Bone made me go to sleep."

Bone let out a grunt, "He was still stubborn about it."

"Traitor," I said curtly, shooting him a glare.

"Of course..." Rain sighed, dragging a hand down his face.

He let out a breath through his nose before turning to study my face. His expression softened slightly as the tension gradually eased from his shoulders.

"How do you feel?"

I shrugged, "Better."

"That's not an answer."

I let out a sigh, "My back hurts, my joints are stiff, and I'm still tired."

"Well, at least you're finally admitting it..."

Rain reached up and rested the back of his hand against my forehead. I didn't move. I figured letting him do whatever he felt like he needed to was better than giving him another reason to be frustrated with me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Shade watching us closely. I could tell he was on his guard, his attention sharpening whenever Rain spoke or moved around me while remaining firmly seated on the stool.

Rain must have noticed, too, as he turned to him and smiled, "Hello, Shade."

Shade hugged his little rabbit toy closer to his chest, "Hi."

His small voice earned a smile out of both of us before Rain turned his attention back to me.

"No fever," he stated, "That's something, at least."

"I keep on telling you I'm fine," I pointed out.

"I only said you don't have a fever. That's not the same thing."

Bone let out another grunt as he reached over and opened the sack he had brought with him.

"I brought some food," he stated.

That caught my attention.

I watched as he started pulling items out one at a time and set them on the table. There was a large wrapped portion of fresh meat, a pouch full of dried meat, some roots and herbs that I recognized from his storage den, and another smaller sack that thunked softly when he set it down. He opened it and wound up pulling out three stone bowls, ones that were similar to the ones I had found smashed and broken on the floor yesterday.

"What's all this?" I asked, gesturing to the items.

"Supplies," Bone replied.

"I might have mentioned that you were low on a few things," Rain piped up.

I turned to him, "Thank you."

"Well, we weren't about to let you and Shade starve."

Bone nodded as he nudged the fresh meat towards me, "Deer."

My brow raised curiously. "From the one that was hanging out in front of your hut?"

"Yes. Consider this as payment."

I blinked at him, "For what?"

"For helping."

"But I didn't help you with this."

"You were going to."

"But I didn't..."

Bone finally turned and looked up at me, his stony expression softening.

"You practically rebuilt my entire storage den yesterday," he explained, "Not only that, you made it function better than it ever has before. And you still showed up today, even though you were exhausted. I think this is sufficient payment for that."

That answer caught me off guard. In Alaska, doing things like that for Grandma and Grandpa around the homestead was just a simple part of life. To me, it was normal to clean and organize a messy shed or wake up early to help break down a deer and not get much of anything in return. After all, I used the same outbuildings as them. I ate the same meals from the same table. Being acknowledged and having that effort be valued and rewarded felt different, especially when it was coming from someone as stoic and full of suspicion as Bone was.

Bone leaned back against the table and crossed his arms.

"There's enough here to last through tonight and tomorrow morning," he said. He leaned over slightly, looking past me and over to Shade, "Hungry?"

Shade glanced up at me before answering. The movement was small, small enough that nobody else in the hut probably noticed or would have thought twice about.

I noticed.

"You don't have to ask me," I told him calmly, "If you're hungry, you can eat."

Shade looked down at his toy, "I'm a little hungry..."

The response was careful, even for something so simple. I had a feeling that this kid was more than just a little hungry.

I gave him a smile, "Then I'll make something."

Rain shot me a glare.

I held up a hand before he could protest.

"I said I'll make something," I clarified, "I didn't say I was going hunting."

Rain nodded, "Good."

Bone held out the package of venison, "You can make stew."

I glanced down at him as I took the meat from his hands, "Did you bring the meat over just so I could cook for you?"

"No, I finished my work, and now I'm hungry."

Bone leaned further against the table, crossing his legs and letting himself settle in.

"I take it you're not leaving anytime soon?" I asked him.

"Nope."

"So you just plan on sitting there?"

"Yup."

"For how long?"

Bone shrugged, "Until I feel like going home."

Flower's face broke into a wide smile, "He's starting to like you."

Bone snorted, "He is useful."

It was only then that I realized just how crowded the hut had become. About this time yesterday, this place had been left looking miserable and abandoned. Now, Flower, Rain, Bone, Shade and I were all spread out around the hut like friends at a card game. Food spread out across the table and fresh firewood stacked against a wall, transforming this place into something that more closely resembled a home.

I smiled. "Alright, I'll make us all some stew, then."

Bone gave a satisfied grunt.

Rain looked considerably less satisfied.

"Don't make anything complicated," he warned.

I gave him a look. "It's stew..."

"I know what stew is."

"Then you know it's not complicated."

I turned away before Rain could come up with another argument.

I moved to the stone table, crouching down across from Bone as he moved his sack off to the side to make room. I unwrapped the meat. It was clear that Bone had already done most of the hard work for me, having offered me a clean cut that only needed to be trimmed and sliced into smaller pieces.

The knife that I had restored the night before slid through it easily.

Shade watched me work from the stool. I didn't think much of it, at first. The commotion from earlier had died down, and watching somebody prepare dinner was probably a lot more interesting than staring at a wall or the floor.

Every time I looked back up, however, his eyes were still fixed on me.

He watched as I cut the meat and roots Bone had brought down into chunks. He leaned forward slightly as I sorted through the herbs, his rabbit toy now resting loosely across his lap.

"Have you ever helped make stew before?" I asked him.

Shade quickly sat back, shaking his head.

"Do you want to?"

His eyes widened. For a moment, he didn't answer.

He turned his head towards Flower, looking conflicted.

Flower smiled warmly at him. "Go ahead."

After another pause, Shade finally slid down from the stool.

He approached me slowly, stopping several feet away like there was an invisible boundary on the floor that he wasn't sure he was allowed to cross.

I pretended not to notice.

Instead, I picked up a handful of the chopped roots and held them out to him.

"Here," I said, "Can you start putting these in the pot for me?"

Shade hesitated before giving me a nod and taking the pieces into both of his hands. He carried them over to the firepit and carefully dropped them into the stone pot before tiptoeing back over to me.

I handed him another handful.

Then another.

By the fourth trip from me to the pot, he'd stopped waiting for me and scooped the next handful up himself.

"There you go," I told him, "You've got this."

A small smile appeared on his face.

Still sitting across from me, Bone's mouth curled upwards slightly as he watched us.

"What?" I asked him.

Bone's smile immediately dropped, "Nothing."

Next to the firepit, I noticed as Flower hid a smile behind her hands.

I narrowed my eyes at both of them before turning my attention back to the food.

Once everything had been incorporated into the pot, I poured enough water to cover the meat and roots before setting it over the fire. After that, there wasn't much left to do but to wait for it to cook.

Shade remained nearby. He wasn't right at my side, but he'd moved closer than he had been before. Every few minutes, he'd creep forward a little bit to peer into the pot whenever I'd lift the lid to stir.

"Smells good," he whispered.

"It'll smell even better when it's done." I told him.

He looked up at me, fidgeting with his hands, "How do you know when it's done?"

"When the roots are soft and the meat is nice and tender."

Shade nodded seriously, like I had just given him a valuable piece of information.

"You have to stir it?" he asked.

I shrugged, "Every once in a while, yeah."

"Why?"

"So none of the food burns at the bottom."

Shade gave me another nod.

I stared at him for a moment before offering him the wooden spoon.

"Wanna try?"

His eyes dropped down to it, "Can I?"

There it was again.

"Of course," I said, keeping my voice steady.

Shade accepted the spoon and stepped up beside me.

I guided him over to the pot, but stopped myself before reaching for his hands. After the way he had flinched earlier, I wasn't sure if physically helping him would make things easier, or just make it worse.

"Just move it around slowly," I explained, mimicking the movement with my hand, "Like this."

Shade leaned over the pot and carefully stirred. A look of intense concentration settled over his face, like he was calculating each little movement.

A second later, the spoon caught somewhere in the pot and some broth sloshed over the side. The fire let out a hiss, like he had offended it.

Shade froze. His eyes went wide and his shoulders rose. The wooden spoon stopped moving as I smelled his fear mix in with that of the stew.

I looked at the wet patch that sizzled against the hot stone of the pot, then back at him.

"Well, at least we know the fire's still hot." I commented, "No harm done."

Shade stared at me as I took the spoon from him and wiped the spill away with a scrap of cloth. He remained still for another second before he slowly started to relax.

"Can I try stirring it again later?" he asked.

"Absolutely."

This time, the smile came a bit faster.

By the time the stew was ready, the afternoon light outside had faded into evening.

The five of us had gathered around the firepit with bowls in our hands. Bone had claimed the repaired stool before Shade could return to it, earning him an annoyed look from Flower. Bone, on the other hand, was remorseless about the matter.

Rain sat across from me, keeping an eye on me like I was ready to collapse. Flower had settled herself down beside him, and Shade was settled beside Flower.

I noticed that, but decided not to say anything.

The stew had turned out better than I was expecting. The venison was rich and tender. The roots had softened to the point where they had soaked up the broth, and whatever herbs Bone had brought gave the meal a warm, earthy flavor.

Bone finished his first bowl before I was halfway through mine.

"Good?" I asked, tilting my head up at him.

He held his bowl out to me, "More."

I stared at him, "Apparently, it's good."

Flower let out a laugh, "It's really good."

I shook my head as I filled Bone's bowl again.

Shade, meanwhile, ate quietly.

At first, he stayed pressed against Flower, his small body angled away from me even though his eyes kept drifting in my direction.

Sometime during his second helping, he moved. Not by much. Flower had shifted to reach for something, and Shade repositioned himself a little closer to the fire.

A little closer to me.

A while later, Bone said something that had made Flower laugh. Again.

And Shade moved again, his shoulder becoming almost level with mine.

He seemed to realize it at the same time I did. His body went still.

I kept eating.

After a few seconds, Shade relaxed.

That was when it finally clicked in my head.

I wasn't an expert, by any means, but I knew enough about wild animals to know that some species simply weren't built to keep themselves away from their own. Even the solitary ones had exceptions. Mothers with their young. Mates. Family.

Therians seemed to carry some of those same instincts.

Shade was frightened of me, but some part of him still wanted to be close to his father.

That thought left a bitter taste in my mouth that had nothing to do with the stew. How many times had he tried this before, and how many of those times had Thorn pushed him away?

I glanced down at him. Shade had scooted himself close enough to me now to where his arm brushed against mine.

He immediately looked up.

I gave him a small smile and continued eating.

Shade stayed where he was.

The conversation around the fire continued long after all of our bowls were empty.

At some point, Shade leaned against my side.

I noticed instantly. So did everybody else. None of us said a word about it.

I was grateful for that.

I stayed as still as I could, afraid that the slightest movement might make him retreat back to Flower's side.

Eventually, the fire started burning low, and the conversations started to die down with it.

Rain was the first to stand.

"Alright," he said, stretching his back before turning to me, "That's enough excitement for you for today."

"I've been sitting down for at least the past two hours," I pointed out, looking up at him.

"And now you're going to lie down for several more."

I shot him a smirk. "Yes, Mother."

Rain stared at me flatly as Flower let out a snort.

Bone got to his feet and started collecting the empty bowls.

"I'll take those," he stated.

"Aren't they mine?" I asked him.

"Yes."

"Then leave them."

Bone stopped and considered it for a moment before setting them back down, "Fine."

Flower was the next to rise onto her feet, stretching and brushing herself off before turning towards Shade.

"Come on," she called out as she held her hand out to him, "You can sleep in the healer's den again tonight."

Shade lifted his head from my side. He looked at her, then looked up at me. I felt his body tense.

"You can go with Flower if you want," I told him, "That's alright."

He stared down at his rabbit toy, rubbing the pelts between his fingers as he tried to figure out what he should do.

"Can I stay here?"

The question was so quiet, my ears almost didn't catch it.

Flower's expression softened as she looked over at me.

"Of course you can," she told him.

Shade glanced at me, "You're not mad?"

"No," I responded, shaking my head, "This is your home, too, you know?"

Something changed in his face. It was small, barely visible, but I saw it.

Flower leaned down, and rested her hand against the top of his head.

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow."

Shade hugged his toy against his chest, "Okay."

Bone headed for the entrance first, followed by Flower.

Rain lingered. Naturally...

"Sleep," he ordered, pointing at me.

"I will," I told him.

"I mean it. No more nesting business."

I threw up my hands, "Rain, I get it. No cleaning, no fixing, no reorganizing. Just sleep."

Rain lowered his hand as he shot me another glare, "Good night, then."

"Good night, Rain."

With that, he left, the hide flapping shut behind him.

For the first time since I had woken up that afternoon, the hut was quiet. Shade and I were alone. It was only then that I suddenly became painfully aware that I had no idea about what I was supposed to do next.

Shade stood beside the dying fire, clutching his toy as he stared back at me.

"Are you tired?" I asked him.

He nodded.

I let out a sigh, "Me too."

I added another piece of wood to the fire before I started heading towards the bed.

Shade didn't follow.

"You can sleep wherever you're comfortable," I told him.

He looked around the hut. There weren't exactly many options, and I mentally kicked myself for not thinking to make a separate bed just for him.

I pulled one of the spare pelts from the pile and laid it down beside the bed.

"You can sleep here, if you want."

Shade approached it cautiously. For a moment, I thought he had found it to be good enough.

Instead, he looked up at the bed, then up at me.

"Can I sleep up there?" he asked.

My chest tightened before I gave a small nod and moved over.

Shade climbed onto the bed and settled himself near the edge, leaving a wide stretch of space between us. He curled around his rabbit toy before pulling a pelt over himself as I positioned myself on the opposite side.

For several minutes, neither of us spoke. The fire crackled softly from the middle of the room.

My eyes had just started to grow heavy when I felt movement from behind me. The bedding shifted before going still again. A couple of minutes later, it happened again. The bed shifted. I kept my eyes shut.

Another couple of minutes passed before I felt something warm press lightly against my back.

Shade.

I stayed still, turning my head just enough to look over my shoulder. He had crossed nearly the entire space between us, and was now curled against me with one hand still clutching his rabbit.

Eventually, his breathing slowed and became steady.

For a long moment, I just lay there and watched him.

Yesterday, this hut belonged to Thorn. Tonight, his son had chosen to come home.

I pulled the pelt a little higher over Shade's shoulders and settled back down beside him.

Whatever Thorn had done to make this child so afraid of him, I knew I wasn't going to be able to undo it all in one night. But I could start here, and for tonight, that was enough. 151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA7Ga1lhbJG

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