Shu and Nari walked through the camp in silence for a while, passing tents and makeshift shelters while the smell of smoke and unwashed bodies hung in the air. Nari stayed close to his side, her small hand wrapped around two of his fingers, eyes moving over everything with that quiet curiosity she always carried.
He glanced down at her, then back at the path ahead.
'Right,' he thought. 'I never actually asked.'
"Nari," he said, keeping his voice casual so it wouldn't sound like a big deal. "What are your parents' names?"
She looked up at him, blinking once before answering. "Mommy's name is Hana," she said softly. "And daddy's name is Minjun."
He nodded and stored both names in his head, then looked around the camp again. The place was packed, but that didn't mean much. Most people here looked half-dead already, and the ones who could still talk were too busy surviving to care about names.
"Alright," he said, squeezing her hand once. "Let's ask around."
