He watched Ashe shifted back into a girl and smirked at the sight of her covered in paint. It had been years since he saw her like that, and he found his sentimentality getting the best of him. Seeing her with splotches of paint all over her was an extremely familiar sight. Whenever she painted in the Guild, she would end up wearing more paint than she put on the canvas.
Theea smiled up at Ashe when she was spoken to, glancing back at Kalt, then nodding at the statement, showing her hands as though she hadn’t just covered Ashe in paint. The man smiled down at the girl, bringing his gaze back to Ashe as she got to her feet.
He was about to tell her to stay, not to hide, but her attention was drawn by her mother. A slight frown pulled at his lips, and he turned in the direction of the call in time to see Remi collapse. Ashe’s eyes flicked up to Kalt, and she was heading in a jog towards the commotion before he had a chance to meet the gaze. Leaning down, the man picked Theea up, holding her against him, her sight blocked from seeing Remi.
Kalt narrowed his eyes as he approached, watching those around the fallen man with curious attentiveness. “Why is he sleeping?” The little girl asked, swiveling her head enough to see Remi.
Kissing the side of her head, Kalt rubbed her back gently. ”He’s sick, star,” he said quietly. ”He’ll be okay, though. The others are gonna take good care of him.” The girl just nodded, her eyes wandering around, attention no longer on Remi. That was better. He had no idea what happened to the hawk, but he wasn’t there to be a doctor. One thing he did know was that a crowd made the situation less than ideal.
He would touch his hand softly to Ashe’s back, drawing her attention and jerking his head away from them. Her mother had confirmed that it would be okay, so Ashe probably wasn’t going to stick around for very long. Kalt knelt down and put Theea on the ground when she started squirming. She stepped over to Ashe, looking up at the shewolf, and would take her hand, trying to pull her towards the place where people were making the lanterns. ”Hey,” Kalt said firmly. ”What did I say about using your words?”
Theea sighed through her nose and looked from Kalt to Ashe. “Make a yan… Make a lantern?” She asked. Receiving a firm look from Kalt, the girl tacked on a “please” to the end of the sentence, and the man looked at Ashe with a slight smirk.
Ashetta
kalt
give into the night.
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