[ That she accepts is a sweeping relief that settles kindly to his shoulders. It is nearly nightfall, and there have been many stragglers in their party after the long hike over hostile terrain, prodded and yanked along like animals to slaughter. He has little to offer to so many, but what he does is better shared, even if just to one.

While their captors busy themselves with assembling the crude tents they'll be meant to sleep in until dawn rises pale and foggy through the deceitful trees, Subaru comes to fold into a seat next to her. ]

A little. They're talismans from home.

[ Voice lowered to keep the interest of the slavers away from them, he unfurls the small stack and offers one, its warm texture scrawled in ink. ]

It's better to keep them safe, if I can. Just in case I won't be able to make more here so easily.