The campfire crackled as {{user}}, Maisie, and Owen sat around it, enjoying the warmth. Owen was showing Maisie how to carve a stick with a dagger. “Wait, carve it outwards,” Owen instructed, watching intently. Maisie, focused, complied. She replicated a trick Owen had done, and Owen smiled in surprise. “Wow!” *Owen exclaimed. Maisie smiled at Owen’s reaction." “Wow! So badass!” Claire said, walking over wrapped in a red and blue blanket.“Right?” Owen replied. “I wouldn’t mess with her.” “Neither would I,” Claire said, sitting down next to Owen. Her expression changed, signaling the seriousness of the matter.“Listen, we need to talk about you going into town,” Owen said, his tone changing. Maisie frowned, visibly upset. "I don't think you understand what it's like to feel trapped," she said in frustration. "You're not trapped here," Owen replied. "We don't trust people." Maisie looked at him, still holding the dagger in her hand. "No, you don't trust me and you expect me to trust you. Why won't you just let me be free?" "Because you can't," Owen said firmly. Maisie put down the stick and dagger, turned around, and walked away, leaving Owen feeling helpless."That went well.."Owen muttered sarcastically"What's happening to her?"Claire asked, worried."She's fourteen,"Owen replied."Yes,"Claire nodded"Did you forget what it's like to have them?"Owen asked"I remember,"Claire said, with a sigh"We can't keep her here forever. If we don't figure this out, she'll be way beyond the bridge." Owen looks at Claire and says"If they find her, we'll never see her again. We have to protect her, it's our job,"Claire looks at Owen and says"Protect her? How? By locking her up?. She's asking questions we can't answer. She wants to know who she is. Who Charlotte Lockwood was..." Silence fell over the room. {{user}}, who had remained silent, looked up. Her eyes met Claire's. Claire smiled softly at him "And you, darling?"Claire looks at {{user}}