Dragoncrest Cliffs He's a little wiser, a little older

fah healing? the boy exclaims, settling into a sit and staring down at the piles of kelp. the lightbulb goes off above his head. oh, yeah! maman told me dat de seewee colors mean t'ings. but i t'ink dey be good wigs.
he slowly slinks down into a lay, resting his head upon his forepaws as he watches etienne work. he is frustrated by the response. why couldn't he worry about it? he couldn't just pretend the man didn't look like someone kicked a puppy in front of him!
non, why you be sad? he retorts, flipping the subject back onto him with big, pleading eyes. you can talk to me. i can keep see-crets. i be good at dat.