Wheeling Gull Isle poking a voodoo doll you didn't know i made

It is a good idea, but when he first hears it Mou frowns. He does not like being compared to a child for some reason. It is true to some extent and Reed is not the first person to make that assessment, maybe the first to speak such things aloud, and Mou doesn't particularly like it. But he is grumpy from all the voice-work and his frustration is being displaced; he recognizes that, at least.

After a few moments of consideration his expression softens.

The children would need a protector, and Coelacanthe need not be present every moment. He could do that. He could watch them, and together they would learn, plus give her some rest. It sounded like a proper plan. Finally he did look to Reed and emphatically nodded as he clicked, 'Kee, in agreement.