"Well...you wouldn't be wrong." Abel admits rather cheekily, grinning a little before rubbing his forehead. "I was just...separated from my caravan. I've been tracking them on foot for several days." He grasps at his necklace, looking down at the cross and rubbing his thumb over the metal for a moment. He pauses, feeling a single wet tear start to run down his cheek bone. He lets his cross fall, wiping the skin clean of the mar.
"I don't know why they would leave me behind. I'm the son of the caravan lead, you see." He frowns and shakes his head. "He wouldn't leave me. I don't care what Seth says!" Abel manages to catch himself, feeling the blood in his cheeks that caused them to burn red like the anger in his chest. He directed his gaze down toward the counter, trying to take breaths and calm himself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."
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