[Quiet Man Cometh]

With no further tremors, Dara decides that staying and moving both amount to about the same thing at this time, that being nothing particularly significant either way. She lifted the boy over one shoulder. She was amazed at how light he was. She though that her med pack might be heavier when it was full. It was far from such now though, which made it easier to carry the two.

Keeping her profile as low as she could with a passenger, Dara started walking back towards the small settlement.

On the way she mused about her brief rural life with her family. They had a few sheep. She remembered her father hissing and swearing as he fought to get a bottle of charcoal down the throat of a sheep that had gotten into something it shouldn't have. Both were not happy with the effort, but netiher had died at the end of it.

She resolved to make a fire when she got back.