lvi. fish
"Thank you for always playing with Alma and Schalk. They can be quite a handful," Caolila laughs.
Zahau had caught a big haul again, and the couple was making rounds sharing fish with the village.
"You should join us at the bonfire."
He shakes his head. "Oh, no. I couldn't possibly. I don't belong there."
"I know we weren't the most welcoming of villagers, but it's always been just us in this small town. And we understand that you're a good person. We all would like to see you there."
Zahau holds out a fish.
"Please. Come when you're ready."