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The boy sniffles, then wails, hanging limply in the grip of the male. He sobs until he is expended, and then hope fills the numb void that he is; adults are friendly and good, and when has an adult ever led him wrong? Never! Perhaps this boy took a fall, and hurt himself, and is not returning him to his momma, as adults do when he wanders too far.  Shame creeps in from running from this adult, how bad of him! It does not strike the boy that Vaati is walking an awfully long time, and that his home lies behind him, after a time, he simply falls asleep, secure in the knowledge that he will wake in his mother's den.