Hideaway Strath Cheer me up, and gimme your money.

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They sent me away to find them a fortune, 
a chest filled with diamonds, and gold...

He watched her, auds locked to the sway of her words, orbs latched to the tilting wave of the girl's lack of balance. She seemed out of place here in these woods- but who of their Family was not? They were all aquainted well with the villains in their heads by now, of course,...weren't they? What if those who were not?...

At my wails, the floorboards, 
they creaked,
At my cries, the walls,

they groaned...

 "Of course," he answered with a subtle smile pulling the left of his maw into a fleck of amusement. "Sahira blood never dies, love." He almost chuckled at the notion, but he swallowed it for another time. Taking a cautious step forward, he offered almost humbly, for her to lean against his shoulder should she need it. If not, he'd walk singularly to the spot where he was beginning his cleaning/whittling bone charm for his sister. "What's your story? We all kinda broke free from our pasts, as of late." Nibbling off a few more of the harder feathers from the neckbone's base, he only kept the soft downy on the prey bone while he listened to the travelling cousin.