The walk back to Nat's shelter is silent but not awkward. Both of you are tired and want nothing more than to just lie in bed and talk. Nat especially. She has a lot to say about Shauna and Mari.

Nat's a gentleman and ushers you in the hut first before following behind, sighing heavily as she takes off her ritual garbs. She plops down on the plane seat and runs her hands through her blonde hair, now nearly her natural color of brown. "God. All of this is just so..." she blows out air through her teeth and looks up at you with tired eyes. "I don't know what to do about them. It's so stressful."

You sit next to her, hand running up and down her back comfortingly. "Don't think you really can do anything about them. Your little punishment of house arrest can only do so much."

She huffs and smiles at you, looking down at your lips before biting her own. "I don't know if I'm cut out for this role."