The Wilds

Brandy pov

Something's wrong with Lamina.
I sat by her on a log in front of the fire, hands in my lap as I picked at my nails. I had no clue how to talk to her, no clue how to comfort her because I didn't know how to even start a conversation with her.
She was always quiet so I have no clue what she likes to talk about.
She just cries.
I know she's from seven so she's probably damn good with an ax. But if I bring that up will it remind her of Treech? It's a weird thought but even though I don't know her well, I just want to hold her close till she feels better.

I couldn't do it anymore. Everyone had gone to sleep in their crappy beds and the silence between us was too loud. I could see her tears rolling down her gentle face and falling onto the grass.
"I know you probably have heard this a shit ton of times, but it's going to be okay, really. I need you to trust me on this. Please."
She looked up at me, and I almost broke seeing her face.
"Oh fuck..." The mumble felt like a scream when I said it. My hand went to her cheek and I wiped her tears away with my thumb.
I could tell her breathing was getting faster since her lips parted. I could no longer feel the breaths on my skin from her nose, now just her mouth.
"Hey, I need you to focus on me, okay? Try and take a deep breath." She nodded back.
I took a deep breath with her, hoping it would help some. I heard others say it did, and I sure as hell doubted it, but it did indeed.
I made sure her breathing was back to normal before asking her the next question.
"How about we get some rest? It's for the better." She just nodded, again. It's probably all she could handle anymore. I walked her over to the pile of blankets and clothes that made up her bed and helped her down.
The beds were so fucking uncomfortable but at least there was something separating us from the ground.
The exhaustion was overwhelming. Since we've been walking for hours trying to find somewhere at least a little bit safe. My legs hurt horribly. I just wanted to sleep, I don't care where anymore.
I whispered 'good night' to her and was ready to walk away when I felt a hand grab my wrist.