It can be exchanged for the tribe's highest level hunting tools, and it's even enough to propose to the elders.
She knew this, so she didn't dare to accept it.
"Isaac, this is too much... I can't take it."
She carefully pushed the skirt towards him, not daring to look up at him.
"You should keep it, for... someone more deserving in the future."
"There is no future."
Isaac suddenly turned around, staring at her.
Seraphina's heart ached dully.
He was still tightly gripping that skirt, with the bone needle hanging at the corner, yet to be removed.
Seraphina's heartbeat was in chaos, but her face was flushed with heat.
She didn't know whether to explain first, or to escape.
"Don't you understand yet?"
"I don't want to break the contract. Isaac will only recognize you in this lifetime. Don't... don't leave me."
When those words fell, Seraphina froze, her breath stopping for a moment.
Suddenly, she remembered last night.
