"Take care!" Quanil called after him. They returned their attention to the building, but their mind was now full of the questions and ideas Amun had raised. And they were grateful for those, and mindful that he had known Miss Maea.
So Quanil left the building and also made their way to the beach. They walked along, letting the tide lap at their feet until they found something that made them smile. And they bent, and picked it up, and ran back to where they'd last seen Mr.... uh, Amun.
"Here," they said, standing over him and holding out their offering. It was a small conch shell, about the size of their palm, white on the outside, smooth and pink inside. "Miss Maea got one of these for my sister when she was sad. So I thought maybe it would help." They smiled. "And if there is any way I can help - since I can't bring back the dead - please let me know, okay?"
So Quanil left the building and also made their way to the beach. They walked along, letting the tide lap at their feet until they found something that made them smile. And they bent, and picked it up, and ran back to where they'd last seen Mr.... uh, Amun.
"Here," they said, standing over him and holding out their offering. It was a small conch shell, about the size of their palm, white on the outside, smooth and pink inside. "Miss Maea got one of these for my sister when she was sad. So I thought maybe it would help." They smiled. "And if there is any way I can help - since I can't bring back the dead - please let me know, okay?"
