Sophia and Amelia stared at each other before gazing at Milka's retreating form. The voice they heard sounded familiar, but it couldn't have been possible. Adrian was long gone.
Their emotional state was a mess, but they were careful not to cause a scene. If the boy was Adrian, as they suspected, he had to have his reasons for not revealing himself to them, and even if he wasn't, they didn't want to cause any problems.
That's why the girls approached him under the guise of thanking him. Meanwhile, Adrian turned his nack towards them, hunched over the slain boar, a knife in hand, focused on its butchering.
The girls had seen Adrian do it countless times and knew how he used to scavenge. Milka's actions strangely resembled Adrian's, giving them another clue.
Amelia nudged Sophia, whispering, "That's him, right?"
"I... don't know," Sophia shrugged, her eyes fixed on Adrian as he worked his magic. "But something tells me it's him."
