Sun Mote Copse beware the jubjub bird, and shun

He was mistaken as well, assuming her repetition meant she simply didn't know what the plants were.  Which was understandable, she was young yet to name them.  He didn't realize it was confusion over his comment about her turtle shell.

Not much, he said, though it was only partly true.  They hurt less than when he'd received them, but the ache was everpresent and draining.  But some.  He watched her, curious what she'd make of that.  Colt hadn't had time to spend much with Finley's kids, though he'd watched them a time or two.  He didn't quite have her measure yet.