"You know." They chime brightly, one pulling at Caiside's ear and another twisting strands of his hair that have not been included in the braid.
Little fingers stopped for a moment as grins spread mischievously across their faces. "For feeding of course." They answered, small shoulders shrugging.
One of the creatures came quite close to Caiside, reaching out and capturing his cheeks in tiny willow-y hands, and smushing them forward. Pressing their face against his, they smelled of lilac and juniper, of glacial ponds and windstorms. "We see you Caiside. What you once were. You are one of us." They said, pressing a quick childish kiss to his lips and then pinching his cheeks for good measure.
