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ca$h hotdog🌭 ([personal profile] oorah) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs 2018-11-26 10:13 pm (UTC)

He brightens a little when she agrees, knowing she sees the merit of the hunt and isn't just humoring him. She knows he won't kill anything cute and cuddly anyway, but certainly not with her riding shotgun.

Their elk is lasting well, he'd prepared it multiple ways and found a way to freeze the rest in the cellar until the temperature drops enough. It isn't them he's worried about, but everyone else. There aren't many people preparing when he walks through the villages, and it worries him. Actually, only one person in particular truly worries him and she probably can anticipate what he's about to say next.

"I went to see Jess a few weeks ago," he prefaces, scooping up another bite of cake and taking another swig of coffee, an edge of thoughtfulness to his tone. "She was in bad way, Kam." He really doesn't like her being all the way out there with no electricity this time of year, to say nothing of the dust moths that had stolen her memories with her none the wiser, zombifying her over long days or even weeks alone and Frank and Kamala were safe and warm close to the Inn with no idea. It terrifies him, if he's being truly honest.

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