Tobie had never had much money, and she had already given the carvings to the grandmother, but she could work. And work she did. Before bed and early in the morning, after her meditation, Tobie cut wood and cleaned house. She'd looked for and harvested the last of the wild vegetables and fruits and brought them in to the old woman. Tobie remembered what it was like not to have food to last the winter.
When they were ready to leave, Tobie was already packed and had the horses ready. She said her goodbyes, giving Abby an extra hug and sneaking a few (the six she had) copper coins into the little girl's pocket. She helped saddle and load the horses, and glared at Talia when Abby struggled outside with the woman's heavy bags. Tobie made no effort to help Talia load her horse, but complimented Abby on a job well done.
Tobie didn't miss the look Talia gave Astaban, and when to turned to look at the man, she gave him a slow smile of appreciation and a wink. As they rode away, she could help but give Talia a bit of a hard time. That warn't right, y'know Tobie said quietly as she pulled her horse up next to Talia's. Mekkin' Abby bring yer bags like that. She ain't no slave, 'n' she ain't no man what ya kin simper at 'n' git yer way. Nex' time, iffen ya don' wanna carry yer own stuff, git one a the mens ta do it. Not a li'l girl.
Tobie didn't give Talia a chance to reply before dropping back and checking her side of the path for anything the army might have overlooked.