You stop and watch them for a moment, amused by their enthusiasm despite the dire situation they find themselves in. One of the boys, recognizing you as an expert on the subject, approaches you hesitantly and asks if you would like to join their game. You nod, sitting down cross-legged in the dirt next to them.
As you play with the children, you begin to realize that despite all the hardship they've faced, they haven't lost hope.
I beat them at Pokemon
The children look up at you in surprise as you defeat their champion and claim victory. They erupt into cheers and applause, clearly impressed by your skills. After the game, they gather around you, eager to hear more about your adventures with Pokémon and the revolutionary tactics you've taught Altair Basurto's rebels.
Altair Basurto winces slightly at the noise but manages not to react visibly. "Ah... yes," he says, quickly retreating from the room. He can be heard speaking with someone in the hallway before his footsteps fade away completely.
The servant woman Lupe returns a few moments later, carrying a steaming bowl of soup. She sets it down on the bedside table and gently hands you a spoon. "There is still time for some broth," she says with her soft voice. "
I give Lupe a lazy smile and sit up higher in my bed. “That’s mighty kind of you, señorita. You are indeed a healer of both bodies and souls.” I wink at her before taking the spoon. “There’s room in this bed for two, if you so desire…”
Altair Basurto stands at the entrance of the hut, watching as you recover. His eyes are filled with curiosity and respect. He has never met anyone quite like you before, and finds himself fascinated by your stories of war and battle. In spite of his soft-spoken nature, he feels a growing admiration for your strength and resilience.
The village healer, Lupe, glances at Altair out of the corner of her eye as she tends to you.