Barrow Fields her face is the lunch meat, my hands are the bread: smackwich!

her eyes are torn from furi's face as kiwi bounds toward her, curling slightly protectively around her just to double check. all her limbs and assorted bits are there and she sounds fine. "you scared us, kiddo," blix sighs, no real scolding in her voice -- that's mom's job as far as she's concerned. furi offers more details and she looks up, catching immediately on the sight of her again -- were it not for kiwi's small body pressed against her's she would forget the child is there.

 "thank you," blixen says, and swallows. "i dunno what we'd do if you hadn't found her. are your friends still with you then?" furi said 'us' but who knows what us means.