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Her question was answered by a different voice than what was expected; but it was a familiar voice nonetheless. The Dragon's rumbling voice did not make her shrink down or away, the way it might have made another. Dawa was uncertain of him. Her stomach plummeted, an unpleasant sensation, but the girl had little way of knowing that it was fear and revulsion that instigated it. She was then soothed by a more enjoyable voice - the whispering of the monk, who Dawa relied upon most desperately for everything.

His words, although muted, garnered a slight widening of her eyes. There were strangers here, and who knew if they were trustworthy? Their scents reached her moments later, after Raheerah had introduced each of their party - and then Tenzin told her to bow, quick and quiet once again. Without realizing it, Dawa moved in unison with the white male; her little face bobbing low, and then gradually lifting. Cold air drifted from her nose in small puffs that she could not see, only to vanish again as Dawa inhaled; seeking out their crisp new scents, and the smells of the forest around them. Without anything else to do, Dawa sought out the warmth that Tenzin's body afforded. She nestled herself against him, leaning her slight body against his, and stole a little of his heat.

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