Bearclaw Valley Drink me

The girl finally came out and moved like she was going to take the food. But then she hesitated, as if waiting for permission. Smiling again, Arielle cooed: Go ahead; you can eat. Clearly food had been how the others had gotten her to do things; it made sense. 

The bruin-heart waited for her to start eating before saying anything else, assuming she was finally coaxed to do so. What is your name? she asked softly. Arielle knew her name, of course, but she wanted to create a sense of normalcy, if that was even possible. She wanted the child calm and trusting before she took her see the altar; she would need to be able to concentrate.