The sali studies Madoka, but not without glances to the one beside her. "Older!" the child repeats, and the weapon lowers an inch - but they jerk their chin in direction of the animal.

"Take a hold of the woolie's ties. Anything funny, and I won't hesitate."

They wait for Madoka to do so before they slip the weapon into an arm sheath, under the sleeve of their clothing. Taking careful but immediate steps to the injured sali, they command, "Move back," to Madoka; demanding, but not as harsh as it could be. So they can examine the injured leg, check the state of it.

"Monsha," they say, then go silent. The child nods after a wild, then turns their head to Madoka.

"They're friend, I promise. They help far lands. The Forever Ones of the East must have called for them!"