Johns big, rough hands covered your ears as you walked past a party in the middle of the camp. You were too small to be listening to what they were saying and your father was determined to not have you listen in.

“C’mon, bug. We’re gonna go do something, alright?” John grunted as he lifted you up onto his horse before climbing on behind you.

You had always been sensitive to loud noises and John wanted to get you away from it as fast as possible. He placed an arm around you, holding you.