The day wore on, leaving Blake and Eva without a father, a mother, or even a home now. Blake shifted the weight of the sleeping girl on his back as he wandered down the street, attempting to find a place to sleep. The snow had manage to fall up to his ankles over the course of the day. He was too afraid to pass by the jailhouse again, since he wasn't sure how he could react to the sight of his father. If his father was still there that is.
He finally found a spot under the bridge outside of Bree to curl up, hugging Eva to himself to keep both of them warm. He only had one cloak to cover them, which had holes in it and wasn't very thick. As the night wore on, he could feel the little girl shiver in his arms. He wished he could give her a fire, and a bed to sleep in.
Oh how he longed for his mother to be there for them and comfort them. She would know what to do, after all, she always knew what to do. But he had no clue where she went, or why she abandoned Eva and him.
When the sun rose, Blake was in a half state of sleep. Though a voice woke him up, one he had never heard as it escaped in a faint cry. Almost barely audible, "Blake."
He looked down to the little girl in his hands, her deep green eyes wide open, looking up at him as she repeats, "Blake."
Now she didn't pronounce it perfectly, and it was shaky in the cold. But it was the first time Blake had ever heard his sister say anything. She stared at him, shivering still as he pressed the girl to his chest more, kissing the top of his head as he murmurs, "It's alright Eva. I'm here."
The girl relaxed slightly, though she did repeat the name, "Blake." Again.
He knew what she probably wanted, well, what they both wanted. Food and warmth. He finally sat up as the sun was fully up in the bright blue sky, wrapping the cloak around his sister. He said softly, "I'm sorry Eva. I can't take ya with me. Imma go try 'n hunt for somethin'. I don' think it's a very good idea ta go into Bree. So Imma find something up."
As he spoke, he began to scribble on a paper, his writing barely legible as he wrote, 'If someone finds this girl, please help us. We have no parents, or food.'
In his mind he hoped that someone would help both of them upon finding the note, but by the time he got back to under the bridge, he found his sister gone. He plopped down, tears now finally flowing from his eyes as he began to sob heavily. All he wanted was to protect his sister, but how do you expect a six year old to care for an infant?
