"Just put them in the next room for now. We can deal with them when we have time."
Guan Shan did as she said, carrying all the game to the room next door. He came back, washed his hands, and offered to help her with the stove.
Ji Huan refused.
"Why don't you get some sleep? I'll wake you up when the food is ready."
She had a lot of questions for him, but seeing that his eyes were bloodshot, she decided to save them for later. Rest was more important.
This time, Guan Shan didn't listen. He pulled a stool over and sat down beside her.
Both pairs of eyes stared at the stove's firebox. Neither of them spoke.
The firewood in the stove CRACKLED as it burned. The warm, yellow light of the dancing flames reflected on their faces, creating a uniquely peaceful feeling on the winter night.
The silence lasted for a while before Ji Huan was the first to break it.
"So... where did you go hunting?"
She had guessed it wasn't anywhere nearby, or he wouldn't have needed a horse.
