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She was with her mother once more, and this brought peace to the young girl. Khaba had been a provider to her, but nothing more. There was no tenderness in his touch. As she followed the brutish woman into their new home, Miho did her best to keep up with her long strides, her own gangly legs working double time. A quick glance or two to her sister to make sure what family she had left stuck together. 

She knew little words, no one in Greatwater had taught her more than a handful for basic communication. But as the band of women came upon a peculiar looking over hang of rock, and Zharille stopped to tend to it, she spoke. "Mother?" Throwing her head to its side, Miho rested her cool gaze for a moment on the excavation of what was to be their new home. 

The arrival of a new face jolted the girl out of her trance, sending her whirling around and prickly like a startled cat. She now knew her job: security duty. Standing as tall as her frame would allow it, Miho widened her stance as she blocked the stranger's path from coming any closer to her family. Cold and intense, she glared but nothing more than that. She would save her teeth and claws for now. Of course, this woman did nothing to warrant such a reaction from the child, but Miho couldn't lose the only sense of home she had left. Too much changed too fast, and deep down she felt horribly anxious.