Berry's hands shook as he stared at the shelter. His face had gone pale, and he muttered under his breath as if he were seeing a disaster unfold.
"We… we don't have enough space. Not for this many people. Where are they supposed to sleep?!"
He whispered.
A heavy silence followed his words. The rescued families exchanged nervous glances, some clutching their children closer.
Then one of the older men cleared his throat.
"Berry, you don't have to worry so much. We can sleep outside if we must. Compared to our settlement, this place is already far warmer. Just being here is enough."
He placed a hand on his wife's shoulder, his voice steady.
Others quickly nodded in agreement.
"That's right."
"Don't trouble yourself on our account."
Berry froze at their words. The tension on his face didn't fade. Instead, he shook his head fiercely, his usual cheer giving way to rare stubbornness.
