Bearclaw Valley i fancied myself a witch

Sympathy came quickly once the boy started to cry. Laurel's expression softened and she leaned in to touch his forehead after he pitifully apologised while he cried. "Well, alright, so long as you'll be a good boy from now on," said Laurel with a soft, sweet smile. "Nobody likes a naughty boy." Which she knew from experience, because she had been a naughty child and nobody had liked her -- she didn't want Merrick to befall the same fate. And anyway, she just didn't have the energy to deal with naughty children on top of everything else, really, so he would just have to behave.

"Alright, let's go play. What do you wanna do?" Laurel said, clearly ready to leave the entire incident behind them.