He held her hand tightly "though... The fridge needs to be restocked I think..." He said, pondering it for a little while... He opened his eyes and turned his head towards her "its yours too you know..." He said with a slight grin.
Clar looked to the ground, sighing and lowering a hand to it... He drew a small picture, a barn with a big X on the door and a silou next to it, a few stick figures and what seemed to be a stick dog, a slight grin broke on his face, but it was sad, almost too depressing... He sighed and it dissapeared quickly, being replaced by a tear jerking frown... He ran his Hand over the picture, scratching over it and getting up, walking to the nereby stream, he kneeled and splashed hisn face with the cold water

















