Jinny saw another small town a long way ahead. She knew she'd have to go around it. The last thing she wanted was for some well meaning adult to take her freedom away. She was lucky enough that the strange guy who'd fixed her bag was helpful, but didn't care enough to stop her. She parked herself beneath the sturdiest tree she could find, set her pack on the ground and settled down. Sleep was going to be even harder to come by- she already hadn't been getting much rest since her dad died. Now she'd have to be alert, so maybe it was good to not need sleep. 

The child dug into her pack, pulling out a can of pork and beans, and a multi-tool knife that she'd stolen from an unlucky townsperson. It took her a bit to find the right tool for getting the can open, but soon she was scooping out food with her bare hands and eating it.