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His obvious floundering and eventual look of contrition was enough to appease Mannoah. Privately, she began to feel a little bad for her short temper with him, though she found herself feeling surprised that such emotion was still possible for her. Though her time on the earth had been relatively short, it'd been no les full of contention than the lives of those much older. Remorse for her own actions was not something she often felt. It was dangerous to regret things.

Outwardly, she allowed only pity to show on her face. With a tiny sigh, she arranged her ears into a more friendly position and attempted to copy the boy's action, setting her own head against his in an awkward pat-pat.

Feeling weary, the woman stood and drew away, going to bury her vomit in the sand to keep the smell from bothering her too much. Her own actions and emotions were confusing her. She was not usually one to seek comfort or to give it.