Benjamin Harrison Campfire - Sunday Morning

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Rose had gone for a run this morning which ended with her getting coffee down in town and walking back up to the campsite.

Now she sat outside of her cabin with coffee on one side of her and paper to maybe write a letter on the other side.  She wasn't paying attention to either though as she was kneeling in front of the firepit, trying to get the stupid thing to catch.  It should be that hard.  It didn't look that hard.  And yet, the flame kept sputtering out after a minute or two.

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[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Is there anyone else you trust at home to protect her?" Worf asked.

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

She was about to say no but the image of that damn Russian flashed into her head. "He'll - they'll do their best." It went without saying that she'd do better.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps there is a way to monitor their progress?" Worf suggested.

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Rose paused, turning to look at him. Why wasn't she trying to feel Liss through their bond more often. There had to be a way. "I should be able to get to her. Least verify the letters."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Do you not have any other devices that allows more instant communication?" Worf asked.

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

She nodded. "Sure, but you can't trust what people tell you. Not if you think they might not tell the truth."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf nodded and grunted in understanding. "Perhaps. Well. If there is a way I can assist you in that matter I'll be happy to help."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Rose gave him a wide smile. "Thank you. I'll remember that. It's a great idea."