The End of the Littlest One [Completed]

47. Consider yourself lucky

'I'm sorry we didn't tell you,' Benjamin said.

'It's fine,' Olivia chuckled. 'I wouldn't have told me either.'

'I promise we'll explain further when we reach the inn.'

The two sat next to each other on the back of the cart. Their legs dangled over the moving road underneath the snow below them. Dante had offered to 'steer' the horse on the plank in front of the cart.

'I'm just glad you were there,' Olivia continued. 'Why were you there, actually? There was no way you could have known I was in trouble.'

'We indeed didn't know you needed help. You could consider that a fortunate coincidence.'

'I will.'

Olivia looked to her side with a smile. The man next to her was remarkably cheerful despite his developing black eye, and dried blood on the edge of his lower lip.

'We were on our way back to the inn we previously stayed in. I realized yesterday I left something there.'

'What did you leave?'

'A watch,' Benjamin chuckled. 'It might seem a little silly to go back for such a small thing.'

'Not at all,' Olivia quickly responded. 'Definitely if it's something personal.'

'It is. My mother gave it to me when I was young.'

They continued their journey back to the inn in silence. However, after a while Olivia started to feel guilty.

Maybe the watch isn't his she told herself. I could keep it, right?

She knew it would be wrong. To subtly test if it was, she murmured the words on the back of the watch.

'To my littlest one,' she mumbled, followed by a cough.

'What?' Benjamin said.

'Never mind,' she chuckled.

Olivia's morals won it from her greed. She took her bag from behind her, and quickly found what she was looking for.

'Here,' she said, handing over the watch. 'I found it in my room yesterday.'

Benjamin took it with wide open eyes.

'You found it?' Dante said from behind them.

'I did. I saw it tucked away on a nightstand.'

'What a coincidence,' Benjamin said. 'I can't believe you were in the same room we were.'

'Consider yourself lucky, then.'

'I will,' he smiled.

'Benjamin,' Dante called. 'Do you think we would make it back before sundown?'

Benjamin looked around, and up to the sky.

'I think we should go to the inn we're going to right now. We won't make the Wishing Well Inn before night.'

'Alright.'

'If you want a break, you'll tell us, right?'

'Yeah. I think I'll be fine until the inn, though. Just relax back there.'

'For as far that's possible on a bumping cart of course,' Olivia said.

Dante didn't answer her. Benjamin smiled at her and nodded his head a little. Don't mind him it seemed to say.