When she came back minutes later with a great, fat, skinned rabbit, Po had built a fire. The flames cast orange light on the horses and on himself. "It was the least I could do," Po said, daily, "and I see you've already skinned the hare. I'm beginning to think I won't have much responsibility as we travel through the forest together."" Does it other you? You're welcome to do the hunting yourself. Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks, and scream if I hear strange noises.

Graceling