buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
"He is," he didn't smile, and didn't frown, he didn't know what he could do. He walks over to her and grabs her arm, though his grip wasn't as rough as usual. He pulls her to the ladder, "go down, please." He says, before putting his hands in his pockets and biting his lip. He felt sick to his stomach, terrified of being the only one in his family left. His father had died at the hand of a king, but he had been too young to do anything about it. His mother fell ill and died shortly after his father did. She was all he had, and she could be gone.