Lashan doesn't always need a stick. She's needed it more often since Vena came back with her to the compound a few years ago. It's a little worrying to think of the big Sister getting older. Vena does not let this on.

"Okay. Come on, this way!" Now she hops down and starts off. It's a little bit chilly outside but the air is fresh and smells like damp earth and pine, and somewhat of bread. Helpfully, Vena adds over her shoulder, "Some of it's 'cause we don't have boys so we almost only see them when we go out somewhere. You look weird."