Ashlynn turned her head to Mable. The little girl practically radiated self-confidence issues. Ashlynn felt a bit bad for her. A young girl like Mable shouldn't have to see so much blood be spilled at that age. They should be doing... Girly things, like talking about boys and shopping for clothes. Not this.

"Hey kid. Sleep well?", Ashlynn asked with a small tinge of sincerity in her voice.