He tried to shake the thought away of turning in this clear victim when they arrived in Kowa.

He knew she would unlikely answer, so he decided not to ask her where she had gotten such a wound. It had clearly not become infected in this moment at least, something that had brought great relief to him. As he stepped off the wagon and off to his medical bag, he grabbed another bundle of bandages, and made his way to her again.

Within a minute he had re-wrapped the wound carefully, thinking that perhaps it would heal within two weeks - by the time they reached Koiki.

He checked on the squirrel, but then realized it likely wasn’t edible. He had to shoot it twice, once in the back, and the other he partially missed. He felt horrid for the animal whose meat would likely go to waste now as he frowned at the sight. This was exactly the reason he simply did not hunt. He knew how in a way. James had taught him, however the word he would use to describe it. Well, to be frank and clear, Noah was… well, he was just lazy.

There was nothing quite like setting up camp to read and eat a few carrots and a bowl of lettuce with tomatoes. That was truly relaxing. But to have to grab his rifle, find an animal to eat, then skin the animal, then leave it to bathe in the air, then cook the animal. It was too much work. His laziness had to be a reason Leo was only allowed to travel short distances with Noah. There were some times of the year where he did not see the boy or his mother for months at a time. The island they lived on was large and vast, so large it could be hardly called an island at all. It took about twenty-five weeks to cross from the northern tip to the south with minimal breaks.

Noah however, had never been to the south. He had never crossed the mountain range south of the city of Fuo.

As he stared disgustingly at the mangled animal, he did not want this life to go to waste, thus he had an idea.

Why stew, of course!

It was obvious indeed. He walked back to the wagon, smiling slightly at Allie, sensing her uneasy feelings, hoping to put her at ease. She did not seem sad or remotely upset, instead her body visibly trembled as he approached the wagon.

“Are you in pain? I am terribly sorry for my ill manners, I have Laudanum if that would be of help.”

His expression grew concerned as he had stopped at the back of the wagon, pulling out a pot and some utensils from the shelf along the bottom, closing the small long door that kept things from falling out.

Allie shook her head.

“No. Thank you for your consideration.”

Her accent and the way she formed words had proven to Noah she was an educated woman. Or perhaps she had grown up in a noble family’s home and thus used their way of speaking. Perhaps she was the daughter of a maid, and had become one herself.