If Lana had learned anything in her short life, it was that time kept moving. Even when you lost everything, and everyone, it kept going. They pushed onward when Naira left them, when Lacey, and Suka left them. Even when their father disappeared they still had to wake up, and eat, and power through it, because time stopped for nothing. As much as she wanted it to, as much as she cried, and begged it to, the passing of days showed them no mercy. She'd found herself rather reclusive in the last few months, quietly watching over Cannon, and minding Treyah. She never caused trouble, or got in the way, because she couldn't. Because if she did, she might break. So it shouldn't have come as any surprise that today, like any other day, she crept towards a cache in hopes that she could take it back to a quiet spot, and sit with her thoughts.

Lana was aware of the man's approach, but she opted against saying anything. What was the point? She hadn't the words, or the strength to speak, at least not mentally. She'd gone this long without having any sort of meaningful conversation with him, what would another day, month, or year be?

Much to her disdain, the dark-agouti man seemed keen on bothering her. Bright eyes swung in his direction, but the rest of her body remained rooted to it's spot. The hare was tempting, it's scent permeating through the air, but she refused it. Giving a small shake of her head, she turned away. It looked as though she'd be going without today. "I'm not hungry." It was a lie. The Tainn was, in fact, hungry, but she'd rather not let the man in on it.