Lion Head Mesa my head is exploding like an atom bomb

"yew seem'a lil' awf-put, mah lady," tuna says to her in a kind. and yet hushed tone as she brings yet another tray of delicacies to feed the growing girl, batty ears pressed forward as she lets her attention focus on the nebet. tuna is a smart one, perhaps more than. she lets on. but for now,  she would do her best to listen, to see if it brought comfort.

she would come to sit after a bit, wondering if she would be given a chance to listen, or if she was meant to turn her attention away, elsewhere from the noticeable tension in racharra's. face as she eats and sips. "does sumthin' both'r yew?" her head tilts, those dotted brown kohl-ed eyes watching her curiously.

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