Dutch sat in front of you, a relieved sigh leaving his throat after you had finally calmed down from one of your tantrums.

You had spent at least an entire hour crying and screaming and squirming around camp, and no one knew why. But he didn't blame you completely. You were a child, and it had only been a short time since they had taken you in.

"Are you done?" He asked, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared at you.