Kain leaned toward Raihan, his voice low. "Do we stop this?"
Raihan looked at him, brow slightly raised. "Stop what?"
"This… the villagers calling us angels."
Raihan gave a tired shrug. "Why? Let them believe. If it gives them hope—let them call us angels."
Kain grunted. "Hope's fragile. So is belief."
"Even so," Raihan said, "it's not ours to break."
"Huh.... ok"
Kain then looked at the village elder and said.
"What about your cattle that escaped?"
The elder sighed. "More than half ran off during the night attack. But… many have returned on their own. And we've sent some strong young ones to gather the rest."
Kain nodded. "That's good. It means you won't starve. At least not right away."
"We'll survive," the elder said. "Thanks to you."
Raihan adjusted the strap on his shoulder. "Then I think it's time we move on."
The elder blinked. "You're leaving?"
