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She's not quite sure she's up to that word yet. His voice still feels like knives. No. Incorrect. Like the echo of knives.

Because his smile was genuine. It shown true.

"Are you new here? I haven't seen you around before."

He's starting to get settled.

Adopted. That's the good part, and he can't help but have hope.

There's something to the new images, something about home and family and belonging or hoping to belong, that makes Allie smile and she rubs one of her shoes against the other.

"Me, too."

For so very much of the things he thought.

"Why are you out here alone?"

She has to ask, even if she thinks she might know well the answer already.

An embarassed little shuffle, and a bit of sting when he breathes in (lonely) and shrugs.

That's a lie. He's very aware of why.

Allie a little more surely than she should having given away the wrong secret in the last day, but she understand wanting to go home. And how home isn't always home but still can be a home even if it just reminds you of where you've been for a long time.

Bravely though, because she's very acquainted with being alone and not wanting to be, she says, "I was looking for the flowers that put Rapunzel to sleep. Though it is getting pretty late for being able to find them."

He shrugs, and takes a half step forwards.

He could help? He'd like to help. He's very good at things, he lives out here a lot of the time and knows where all the special flowers grow.

She doesn't tremble when he walks forward, because the image before her looks rather like she knows it does. It slowly as they talk becoming the little boy he shows in small images.

"It's hard to describe she says. Very colorful and small. They don't look like weeds, but if you smell them you sleep until the flowers fade and die."

Allie gives a grin, puffing up a little. "I wanted to collect some for the infirmary. I thought they might help with surgeries and people who needed to be asleep so as not to hurt themselves."

He thinks about that, and frowns, because he can't think of anything around that looks like that.

Maybe, he points tentatively, there might be flowers over by those trees there. He can't smell, so he's not sure.

Allie looked toward the trees curiously, took a half step, and then looked over her shoulder.

Inquisitively, almost conspiratorially, she called, "Coming?"

He nods, and follows, stepping along beside her.

Just over there!

Allie grinned to herself, but slipped her hands in her red sweatshirt, as she walked toward the trees. She stopped a few feet from it, looking into the darkness around the trees bottoms and nodded.

"That does look a little like them. I'll have to wait to collect them though, as I don't want to fall asleep on them for a month."

He looks at her cautiously, and offers with a start towards them. He doesn't really sleep.

Allie already knew that, but nodded giving him a sudden smile for saying it.

"That would be amazing. What do we put them in though, for taking them to the infirmary? How do we make sure no one else smells them until the doctors can examine them safely?"

Santi thinks about this, and nods regretfully, because she's right. It wouldn't do to hurt anyone.

Allie tapped her lips for a moment, looking quite older than the nine years she possessed in her life, before looking back at him.

"Maybe I could run in and just ask Mistress Bar for a container to hold the flowers so no one gets hurts and see what she gives me?"

He pauses to think about it, and then looks at her with uncertainty, because he doesn't know the bar very well but it doesn't seem to be to him the sort of thing you should gamble with.

He'll do what she likes, he's just... not sure.

"Yeah, either," Allie admits, even though he's said nothing.

"Maybe I should just bring Zahaan or Dr. Guppy out here the next time I run into one of them."

Warmth slips into his voice.

He likes Zhaan. She's one of his oldest friends. She helps him when he needs it and plays with him, no one ever wants to do that.

Allie smiled at the way he said the word, and looked back at him.

"I work with her in the infirmary."

He likes her. He bets i would be nice to get to work somewhere. And the infirmary, that's where he went when George got hurt.

"I heal people," Allie said, sort of absently.
One of a very many things, which meant very little to her (until it was needed) and very much to others somehow.

"I'm trying to help where I can. Though I'm still looking for an immeadiate teacher."

He thinks, sadly, that it's probably too late for him, isn't it? But it's good. Maybe she can keep George from getting into even more trouble.

In careful, careful English,

Allie is not a person who believes in too late. Especially not for someone so helpful and having a home.

She nodded though, "Started mostly with George and his ribs. He was one of the first people to treat me to the Bar the night I arrived."

Santi's face splits into a grin, and he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the marble. Isn't it beautiful? George gave it to him.

Santi helped too. He sat on George's legs to keep him from moving and making it worse.

Allie looked at the marble, and there was a most definitely a conflicted flicker of something that never quite rose into her expression, before she pulled a blue marble out of her pocket.

"Me, too."