She nods. Of course, the Five gifts them stamina. Not her, for some strange reason, they’d gifted her a body that never quite wanted to work, and told her to deal with it. She sniffles wetly, ducking behind a leg to cough at the phlegm in her throat.

He offers a deer. She chokes, briefly, on her own spit and stares past her leg in disbelief. That was..

You’re serious? It erupts from Spiderlily’s lips before she can stop it. Never before has anybody asked to hunt more than shrews with her, not that she’s ever asked in return. She’s too sick most of the time. A ferocious grin breaks across her features.

If you’re serious, then hell yeah. Don’t tell her dad she’d cussed, though.