Dutch sighed and wrapped his scarf around your neck, rubbing your back gently, "Hey, kiddo. Deep breath," He soothed, looking around the snowy camp. "You're okay, it's cold."

"You seriously lost your lovey?" The man asked, standing up a little straighter. "Did you have it before we left Black Water?" Dutch had adopted you when you were two years old, and that bear lovey had been the first thing he ever gave you.

There was enough going on without him worrying about you.