“Are you okay?"
“You… I told you to run away… Argh."
The girl ran to Josiah in order to help him lift his body out of the grass.
“Not now. You are all hurt. Come."
“Come? Where? Do you live around here? I also live nearb…" 'Wait' Josiah interrupted himself with a thought: 'it's better to let her mother treat me or something. If the old man finds out I was fighting a pair of those things out of his sight he'll never teach me anything again.'
He followed the girl around the forest. She would walk fast with her hand on his arm, but her fast wasn't exactly his fast, as he was accustomed to Thomas' heavy training.
She wasn't much of a talker either, probably an age thing.
“How old are you?"
“Five. And you?"
“F… Er… I'm also five." Josiah answered. 'Yeah… That's my age.' He thought.
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