It was morning. The sky was blue, with fluffy clouds floating across its vast expanse. The twin suns shone brightly, warming the clearing with a soft, warm light.
Drake had woken up first, which woke Nelly at the same time. He yawned, then stretched as he carefully got out of bed, pulling the awake Nelly with him. He allowed her to bathe herself while he prepared something for her to eat. When she was clean, he dressed her in her now dry, clean clothes and gently carried her to the table.
Her new doll was clutched tightly in her hand as she sucked her thumb. The fear in her eyes had left them, with only a spark of unease. She wasn't home safe and sound. Not yet anyway. She trusted Drake, connected by the bond they formed when he had first rescued her. With him showing up again, that bond strengthened. Her young mind already knew he would come to save her if she was in trouble.
