In high spirits, she stacked the wood by the entrance and retrieved a small handcart, just big enough for Astina to pull. It had been three months since their last trip to the market, and the cart was thick with dust. Brillin squatted and began to clean it with painstaking care, wiping away the grime and checking the wheels, being careful not to use too much force. Astina would have to pull this by herself. Brillin could accompany her to the edge of the village, but she knew all too well the chaos that would ensue if she set foot inside. She would have to hide, unable to protect or help her little sister. Life without a guardian had never