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Mallaidh easily returns the gesture but Saarthal doesn’t catch the look and she frowns, listening to her as her confused expression remains. Such a situation is difficult to enforce comfort though a glimpse alone and so the girl smiles, turning downward as Kiwi objects to all the new information. At first, she takes the girl’s blubbering as awkwardness around a new situation but the words marry tickle at her ears. One falls back and she looks up, briefly, before she speaks to the child.
 
“I know they will eat us, I have seen them do it,” she says, wagging her tail. It’s been a long time since she’s thought of Artaax, but he flashes through her mind, covered in blood. “Don’t listen to her,” she adds playfully, picking back up and nudging the ashy girl. “She is from Drageda. You remember Blixen, who washed up on the plateau?” she explains, though she hadn’t been there or around while her ex-girlfriend remained kept in Max’s den for a while. “This is her sister.”