Mara POV
The girl needed a name.
Not because Mara required one, she'd been thinking of her as the child and that worked fine internally, but because everyone else in the camp had started calling her the kid or the quiet one or, from one of the younger soldiers, the shadow, which was accurate but not something a person should carry forever.
She started on the third morning. Casual, while she was reviewing the supply depot plans with the girl sitting cross-legged beside her, watching her stylus move across the page.
"Anna," Mara said, not looking up.
Nothing.
"Lily."
Nothing.
"Hana."
The girl blinked. Mara glanced over. The girl was looking at her plans again, unbothered.
"Not Hana." Mara went back to her load calculations. "Okay."
