Tale As Old As Time
It would have given him a piece of good advice right now.
"Then... the disasters began."
Fyn paused, "What?"
"Disasters," Hana repeated, her eyes turning dark. She pushes herself up, leaning against the wall of Fyn's small hut. Leaning her head back, she started looking up at the ceiling, her hand rubbing her belly, probably for comfort. "It was the drought at first. There was no water for months. The only source we could trust was the river. We had to get rid of the bodies. We had to wait for months to make sure that it was clean enough to drink."