Collette ran after Aranel, her stirdes four times too big for the three foot hobbit.
Sweat coarsed down her face, even in the cold evening, lugging a pack that weighed more than herself.
"Whyyyy?" she panted "Must we keep this pace, remind me?"
"So we can get back to the group as soon as possible" Aranel repeated firmly (for about the seventh time)
"Im hungry!" Collette moaned.
"You not going to die" Aranel said. The thought was a bit unbelievable to Collette.
"Can we just-" "
"NO"
"But-"
"NO
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