She can't help but fall very still as the woman appears, suddenly hyper aware, her eyes lift slowly from the little nest Lonan made her toward the woman and for the first time she looks unmistakably like what is beneath her composure. A hurt child far from home. The woman smells like saltwater and fish and something stronger beneath it all. Familiarity and protection. The kind of presence that fills a space naturally. Dyname notices immediately the way Lonán folds toward her without hesitation, and something in her chest aches at the sight. Her heart pulling to Ampoule

When he moves between them afterward like some tiny guardian standing watch over her, Dyname blinks surprised enough that it shows plainly across her face. "do naht wahrry. me mahm's de best." she doesn't know what to say right away, her breathing hitching faintly sharpness lancing through her side making her flinch before she can hide it.

... I need to find my sister, she admits softly. We were at the tree, but she did not come back through with me

And despite all the steadiness she usually carries, despite the calm restraint in her nature, there is something very young in the way she speaks.

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