More than some deserve, Rutile almost says, but the thought is unnecessarily cruel, and they keep it to themselves. Despite this recognition, they can't bring themselves to fully dismiss it; better to let Kit's words be the last that hang in the air rather than sour the moment.
Then the little Arybar marches back, her tears replaced with smiles and a spring in her step, asking for the ice cream. Even Rutile rolls their eyes at Kit's reply, but they're not above a snicker when the child misunderstands and says, "Can I please?"
"They may not know how to find you if you leave this area," Rutile points out. "I don't know if there's ice cream nearby." (They do not admit to not knowing what ice cream is.) They glance at Kit, imploring him to either put a stop to this (doubtful; Kit doesn't seem like the type to say no to anyone) or to step in. "Though if there is, I suppose one of us could retrieve it while you wait here with the other," they say to the child.
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More than some deserve, Rutile almost says, but the thought is unnecessarily cruel, and they keep it to themselves. Despite this recognition, they can't bring themselves to fully dismiss it; better to let Kit's words be the last that hang in the air rather than sour the moment.
Then the little Arybar marches back, her tears replaced with smiles and a spring in her step, asking for the ice cream. Even Rutile rolls their eyes at Kit's reply, but they're not above a snicker when the child misunderstands and says, "Can I please?"
"They may not know how to find you if you leave this area," Rutile points out. "I don't know if there's ice cream nearby." (They do not admit to not knowing what ice cream is.) They glance at Kit, imploring him to either put a stop to this (doubtful; Kit doesn't seem like the type to say no to anyone) or to step in. "Though if there is, I suppose one of us could retrieve it while you wait here with the other," they say to the child.