"Farid?" Meggie mumbled, groping her blanket of leaves. She caught his arm. "Farid." The pitch black enveloped them, but she could still see the boy's eyes as he opened them.

"What Meggie? It's late." He said, reaching for his matchbox. He lit a match and saw Meggie looking at him with scared eyes. She clutched his arm still tighter, pointing to something in a tree.

"That's Gwen, Meggie." Farid slowly explained, annoyed.

"Does Gwen growl?" She retorted, listening to the loud growl from the trees.

"If you're scared, come here." He said, moving her blanket close to his. She obliged, thinking of Mo. He wrapped his arm around her, and she laid her head on his chest. Long after she fell asleep, he sat there, playing with his fire and her hair. She no longer thought of Mo guiltily as she slept, but of Farid. He heard her mumble his name in sleep, and he smiled.