“Are we safe?”. The words left her mouth and entered the surrounding darkness, her young voice soft and shrill. We were huddled under a withering willow tree that covered us in a comforting shadow, and ragged blankets with loose seams faintly shielded us from the bitter wind that pierced our skin. I looked into her emerald eyes, sharp and beautiful, staring at me in wistful curiosity. I turned away, and fixed my eyes on the glistening stars above.
I didn’t answer her question.