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He was too young and innocent to feel embarrassed when his aunt turned foster mother (and back again) explained it without any sugarcoating whatsoever. Relonikiv chewed on the inside of his cheek, failing to understand how exactly that worked. But he was curious—more curious than he'd ever been about anything before. Simultaneously, he felt an odd clenching sensation in his abdomen, though he didn't notice this consciously.

"How?" he asked quietly. How was his foster father's bits capable of such magic? "Where?" he added. Relonikiv didn't know where they'd come out if he didn't know where Scimitar's ding-dong had put them in the first place. "Your bellybutton?" he guessed, cinnamon ears perking.

The news that it hurt caused the child to frown and lapse into silence. How badly would it hurt? Why would Scimitar do something to Bazi to hurt her? Relonikiv shook his head, trying to sort out his thoughts. It was difficult. He was definitely in over his head. It probably didn't help that, despite his energy moments ago, he was starting to feel drowsy after all.