A sweet treat to be had, amidst his wandering. Something he paused to enjoy, gently picking and consuming the fruits from a large bush, one at a time. It was a small reminder of the land he’d once lived in, the life he’d once had, and those he’d - in all likelihood, never see again. A part of him wished he could forget, and move on, for it hadn’t stopped hurting. He tried not to dwell on the subject, for it would do him no good, but that was easier on some days and more difficult on others.
There were more immediate concerns, though. Things he’d have to face in the coming months, with the colder weather. Alone, he wasn’t sure how he’d do, and that was a scary thought. But, he had his health, his abilities, and a field full of sweet berries. And for now, that was enough.