Teaching

For an hour or so, I take a fishing break. There’s some fish you can only find in the Selvadoradan rivers, and I’m not about to let that opportunity go.

Then I find Cléo, trying to make sense of our omiscan findings. She’s having a bit of a hard time, and it’s making her mad.

Can’t help but roll my eyes. Watch your language, little one!

I start giving her pointers, and pretty soon her mood lightens up.

We actually have a pretty good time together.

Cyril… not so much. Poor kid’s exhausted.