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The half-breed hummed softly in response, wary of the consequences that might follow if the child were found speaking with him—he did not need to borrow any more trouble. He cast an anxious glance past the small figure, expecting an angry parent to emerge from the gloom at any moment.

Why did you come back? Machi asked simply, his voice a whisper that echoed off the stone walls, amplifying it to a volume he found disconcerting. This is no place for someone so young. You could have been hurt, he continued with a tone that was more concerned than chiding.

He shifted uneasily, the cool, damp air of the cell sending a shiver up his spine. His fur bristled as he peered warily into the shadows, ears twitching nervously but hearing nothing save the dripping stalactites.