She was curled up on the couch in the small living room in front of a fire Ignis had breathed new life into. The rustic cabin she and her children were hiding in was quaint, rural, with two tiny bedrooms, an eat-in kitchen an ant would have trouble maneuvering in and an old outhouse that had seen better days. A cup of ice cold coffee sat on a table next to the couch where the woman had succumbed to exhaustion. No doubt she had been keeping vigilance for days, trying to protect her family. Ignis wondered how she had come across this ratty dwelling. The woman, Melinda, Flame had informed him was her name, slept fitfully, kicking off her one threadbare cover; her pillow fell to the dirty wood floor. Her eyes were moving rapidly behind her eyelids and Ignis knew she was dreaming. She mumbled a few frightened words, moaned, tiny hands twitched, she then settled. Her tousled light brown hair was askew and un-kempt. With no indoor plumbing, the family was forced to wash at the cold river or pump water from an old well.
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