The sali doesn't look at Madoka, continuing to assess the other's leg, asking a hushed "turn" to make it clear how hard they bite on their bottom lip to follow. A quiet sigh is let out, and they straight their back, now looking at the pink-haired girl.
"We've heard word of outsiders. Fine; for now, we need to gather our numbers. Shelter has been picked - you will follow me, take the woolie child with you. I will carry Monsha- quiet!" The sali snaps when the child, Monsha, starts to protest. They bite on their lip harder, tears in the corners of their eyes.
But the sali continues. "-You are to watch our backs. Drop the rope, lose the animal to use your weapon in danger, but don't turn it on any of our people if you're not skilled in destabilising. Understood?"
There's an impatience to the sali, fit for the mood, the situation. A readiness to get going, but even they can see - assume - this is a child. A child to instruct, and hope the weapon on their back isn't just for show.
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"We've heard word of outsiders. Fine; for now, we need to gather our numbers. Shelter has been picked - you will follow me, take the woolie child with you. I will carry Monsha- quiet!" The sali snaps when the child, Monsha, starts to protest. They bite on their lip harder, tears in the corners of their eyes.
But the sali continues. "-You are to watch our backs. Drop the rope, lose the animal to use your weapon in danger, but don't turn it on any of our people if you're not skilled in destabilising. Understood?"
There's an impatience to the sali, fit for the mood, the situation. A readiness to get going, but even they can see - assume - this is a child. A child to instruct, and hope the weapon on their back isn't just for show.