Nayla was playing with the bear for a while, but she soon got tired. She looked bored around her. There was nothing that caught her eyes. Luckily, the smell of putrefaction on the street did not get there either, although she might have got used to the smell.

She stood up and started going around the room a couple of times, running her fingers along the wall. Not knowing what else to do, she began exploring the building. She left the dining room and entered the kitchen. There, in front of a closet, there was a corpse of a tabby cat.

She approached it. It looked less dead than the other men from the girl's point of view, as it had no visible wounds and would have died recently as there were no visible signs of decomposition yet.

The girl stroked its coat gently. She then grabbed it and pulled it out into the street, in front of the front door. Between the inn and the road there was a piece of land where there were a few garden plants planted. She picked up a small debris nearby and began digging a hole. She was putting the cat inside when the boy arrived carrying a sack full of something.

The young man looked at her with sad, understanding eyes and entered the building. The girl followed him with her eyes, without understanding him. She wondered why he was sad if it was just a cat that they did not even know. She finished burying it and went inside.

There was plenty of food on the table. Most sausages and cheeses, but there was also some piece of fruit. Nayla was hungry and came over to see if she could get something. She climbed into a chair and grabbed an apple, dropping a couple to the ground. The noise caught the boy's attention as he lowered her to the ground.

“Nayla! You will hurt yourself, and I do not think I will be able to cope with another displeasure”, he said scared. “Come on, do not climb. I will have a look to see what I can find in the kitchen”.

The girl ate the apple and boredly waited for time to pass, staring at nothing.

As the sunlight began to fade, he came with a few oil lamps and distributed them around the room. He sat down next to Nayla and hugged her.

"We've seen horrible things," he reflected, looking out the window. “We have lost everything… It is true that we have a house to go back to, but I do not know how to get there. We are far away and I cannot read maps or know these lands…”. Nayla stared at him. “Ah! Do not worry, I will be here with you, I will make sure nothing happens to you. I have to keep my promise”, he winked, but his smile was sad. “Everything was going so well!”, he lamented again after a few seconds. “It was a great holiday, but…”, he closed his eyes and held back the tears. Nayla put a hand on his leg. “It is my fault… if she had not won that damn prize ... Now, the four of us would be home together…”. Nayla did not understand, but she felt like that person was someone important to her, even though she could not remember anything. “But well, dad told me to take care of you… I could not do anything for mom, but at least I will keep my promise with you”, he smiled slightly at her while he wiped away a small tear that fell on him. He hugged her and she let him, but it only took a few seconds for him to return. “Please, do not leave me too”, he whispered in the girl's ear and cried.

She was stroking his back until she stopped, not understanding the situation. Why was he crying? He was bigger and stronger, he did not seem to be hurt, why was he crying? He was talking about their parents… Did she have any parents? She did not remember. What was it like to have a father?

They dined quietly, without startles. The boy told stories from his home, and was still obsessed with insisting that they were brothers. She listened intently, but did not feel the need to speak. Listening was entertaining enough.