❛ don’t worry ,
lillith . i’ll carry you back to camp . ❜ this wasn’t suppose to happen . a small smile remained on his face as he leaned down to carefully pick the young child from the ground . arms strained with her weight but he ignored the thoughts to put her back down . she was hurt . she was injured because of him . he should have noticed the raised root , he could have grabbed her before she tripped over it . he could have and yet , he was too late . now there was guilt piercing his heart like sharp glass . ❛ i’ll take a look at your ankle when we get to the mess hall , okay ? we’ll wrap it up and put some ice on it . you might have sprained it quite a bit . ❜
he needed to keep positive . if not for himself , at least for her .
( written log ; — don’t worry little one i’ll carry you home ) : @hexticamper
