Little One leaned against the Elder, as they gazed at the glowing embers of their campfire. "Is it Question Time yet, Grandmother?" the Little One asked.
"Yes, it is Question Time.", Grandmother replied, drawing the child up onto her lap. Little One snuggled in, making sure her ear was against Grandmother's chest, so she could listen to the steady beat of her heart, and how Grandmothers voice resonated from deep within. It was cold in spite of the fire, and Grandmother pulled the ragged quilt up over both of them.