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Crabs. She liked to eat them, and enjoyed crunching on their shells, but was still very wary of tackling a live one herself. They had been warned of the crab’s pinch, and now Étienne had experienced it first hand. She sniffled indignantly. How dare it hurt her brother! 

”I be otay,” she answered, with a little shrug. She frowned, disappointed in herself. ”Don’ like blood, Étienne,” She rasped in a pleading, apologetic tone. She wanted to comfort him, and wanted him to comfort her, but she didn’t want to go anywhere near his bloody nose. 

She didn’t look at him, but turned her face toward him, a bit. ”Mama fix?” She asked. She wasn’t able to help, but perhaps they could find their mother, or perhaps Sobo to help him cure his nose.