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“Hey. Torch. You in there?” Clancy whisper-shouted into Torchbearer’s tent. They had both been off doing things all day and hadn’t seen each other besides in passing around the Bandito camp. He heard a soft “come in” from inside the tent. He carefully lifted the fabric “door” just enough that he could fit through and see Torch inside.
Clancy started speaking before Torch even had time to look up. “So, I might have ripped my mask- well it wasn’t really me- but like could you do something about it? We never really learned how to fix this stuff in Dema” They looked at each other for a moment before Torch reached into the travel bag that was sitting next to him.
“I have a sewing kit with me somewhere” Torch said, still digging around in his bag “Would you like to stay here while I fix it?” He finished speaking as he pulled a small wooden box, that when opened, had a few spools of yellow thread and a bunch of pins and needles.
“Yeah, I would like that. Thank you Torchie.” Clancy said with a smile. He tossed the mask to Torch’s open hand and moved closer so they could sit together.
They sat in silence as Torch sewed, and by the time he was done, he could hear the soft sound of Clancy sleeping next to him. Whatever Clancy had been doing while he was gone must have tired him out. Torch smiled and pulled a blanket up over Clancy's shoulders. It was getting late, so he decided to go to bed too.
He carefully laid down, as to not disturb the sleeping man beside him, and fell into a deep sleep.