Of course, that was Kaya's guess. These people didn't count years the way she did. They measured life by moons, and honestly? She had no idea if their numbers were accurate or wildly exaggerated. But judging by the wrinkles on some of the elders and the ancient wisdom in their eyes, she figured she wasn't far off.
One thing Kaya had to admit: these women were sharp. Maybe the smartest group she'd encountered since arriving in this bizarre world.
The moment their eyes landed on the pouch she'd crafted—woven from scraps and sheer stubbornness—they lit up like she'd just unveiled a masterpiece.
"Clever work," one murmured, fingers tracing the rough stitching with genuine admiration.
