Starglow Basin desorden

soto turns, a long look given to the boy.

does he need care? it is not a question soto entertains, even if he doesn't understand the words. he knows the nuance by the concern on her features.

he is no monster - the boy has been fed, watered, and he's even allowed qiao her prodding of the child. unless fiamma plans to be mother to him, there is little else for basic need.

no. soto grunts, shifting away. he rises with a shake of his ruff, steps minced. venga conmigo.