Dutch held your small, gloved hand as you walked slowly through Saint Denis. It was the middle of winter and it was all icy.

Dutch had decided to take you out of camp for a day, show you the world during the winter when all the snow was falling and it was cold and icy.

He just didn’t expect you to fall so much. You had already fallen multiple times and when he looked down at you once again, your small shoes slid on the ice and you landed on your butt again. “Goddamnit, darlin’. C’mon, up.”