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[Light]

He slows down and lets go of the wagons sides, his large hands dried and cracked from the cold air, "Best we clean up and go check on them, yeah?"

[CrimsonMoon]

He nods and finally starts trembling, looking out the cold ground.. He looked like a little boy again...

[Light]

He hooks an arm around him and starts leading him away from the cart, "This way son,"

[CrimsonMoon]

He smiles slightly but stares at the ground

[Light]

"I know wha you need," he hums, "a break."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Probably...."

[Light]

"There's no probably about it," he forces open the door to the hall and walks through it quickly, "it's definite."

[CrimsonMoon]

He follows and huffs and rubs his temple

[Light]

He stops a bit when they get far enough in the hall and rubs as much blood away as he can as he shuffles his feet forward towards the door. He was nervous...

[CrimsonMoon]

When rhwy were iaolatarwsnin anwmoru, rori rook his dad's hans ans aqueezes it

[Light]

He looks down at him and smiles weakly while opening the door with his other hand quietly. Densil was sitting on the floor as Mesa cleaned the two wounds he had recieved, bandages by her knees. She looks up at Rori, her metallic blue eyes shining happily before she gets shy at the sight of their dad.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori smiles and settles on the floor mext tothem

[Light]

Densil grins at him, "You look tired," he comments while wincing a bit as Mesa begins bandaging his hand.

"Do you want me to make some tea?" The girl sits up blinking at him.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori shakes his head and sniffs, staring at the ground... His hands rollig the bloody fabric of his pants through his finger

[Light]

Densil slides over and hooks his arm over Rori's shoulders, "It's okay Salty,"

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori doesnt react but only leans against his brother, his eyes closed... He looked pale...

[Light]

"Did they hurt you anywhere?" He questions in a soft murmur in his ear.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori just shook his head and gasps softly, he was tryig to keep himself from breaking down in front of Maida..

[Light]

Mesa scoots up to his other side and lightly hugs him, "It's okay Rori, go ahead." She urges. Densil nods his head in agreement smiling softly.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori rests his head between his knees and watches as large tears dot the floor... Were those his..?