You were curled up in a corner of the cabin, arms tucked around your knees, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Your body ached—too many days without proper food, too many sleepless nights, too many internal fights that left bruises in your chest even if they didn’t show on your skin.

The rest of the girls were arguing over who was on firewood duty, who was helping with the water, and what those who were just standing around too much should do. Lottie noticed your behavior despite the whole mess going on; she always noticed whenever you had something going on.

She slowly approached you and silently sat down next to you, her shoulder brushing against yours. With a sigh, you slowly shifted with the intentions of getting up—thinking Lottie was going to tell you to stop being lazy and do something to help out, yet that didn't happen.

"It's okay, you're tired." She quickly said, putting her hand on your knee to stop you. "You should rest a bit."