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Camille was on the training fields but she was not making anything remotely approaching progress. Drawing the bow and shooting wasn't hard. Hitting the targets wasn't hard. Kidana could generally make it so that half of the time she would hit the solid body of the thing but it wasn't a good shot. Good shots were what ended fights quickly so that you didn't get hurt. So your mother didn't worry about you.

Discouraged by her progress the teen sludged her way across the field to plop down next to the dark-haired stranger, looking over at his drawing as she guzzled water. "That's really good."

Recognition was unfortunately one-sided a fact that Camille was becoming rather used to these days. Her bow was given a look of incredible scorn as she sighed deeply. "Training is one word for it. Flailing about like an idiot's another. Ki will help me hit what I'm trying to shoot but they barely hit. How am I supposed to be good at this if I can't even use my weapon?" Was she whining? Yep. Definitely.

Did she care? Nope. Not a bit.

Some of the clouds that were keeping Cami's sunshine from fully warming the man next to her disappeared as she was reassured. It was obvious that Chance was older and he had that relaxed attitude that you couldn't get without spending a lot of time on the island. Cami had noticed very quickly the difference between those who had made a home here versus those who had just woken up.

She was still in the in-between stages of being at home on this strange island and being unsure of what was going to jump up and bite her next.

But knowing that flailing was common, and wasn't just a her thing, was incredibly reassuring. Beaming, she waggled her fingers at Chase in a wave. "Cami, buuuuuut you might've known that?" It was half-question, half-statement. She wasn't sure but was pretty sure at the same time. "Did I know you?"

Once upon a time she had offered those smiles to anyone who had wanted one but time, the island, and the people on it had worn away at her sunshine until there was almost nothing left. Just a weak light peering through thick, roiling clouds full of thunder and lightning.

Now there was only the pleasant summer afternoon that was Camille's entire disposition as she watched Chance try to explain how they'd known each other. When he held up a sketch of Otto she laughed and pulled out her phone. There was a lot of scrolling and swiping until she held up a years-old picture that showed almost the same expression on the blond's face. "It's impossible for me to not know Otto. He's one of the first people I talked to after....well, after this happened." She gestured to herself.

Curling one knee up against her chest she rested her chin on it before gazing off, thoughtful, into the distance. "I think it made him unhappy to see me like this but he agreed we were friends. So that's good, right?"

For a long, quiet moment Cami regarded Chance and what he was telling her about his partner. She believed that they hadn't known each other before she'd forgotten everyone but clearly he knew enough about her to make it seem like he had. Or at least to have an understanding of the person she'd been and how that person had interacted with others, an understand that Camille herself currently lacked.

Making up her mind about something - even she was never really aware of what it was in that moment most of the time - she reached down and tugged off one of the brightly-colored bead bracelets she'd made herself. It was strung with elastic and one of a dozen or so that she wore at any given moment. There were already two of them around her neck as well, bright, cacophonous chokers that made her look more her age.

"We're friends too." She dropped the bracelet onto Chance's sketch pad and smiled, widely, in offering.