Atha's jaw clenches as the girl asks for food, forcibly keeping the rest of her posture calm and loose, far too aware of what will happen if the two children get spooked and bolt. Their size with the rubble...there is no guarantee that she and Ara would be able to find them if they went, and that though lit that familiar burn in her chest.
"Ara is just going to grab you some of our food," She relays to the Mi'qittens, sounding far calmer than she was feeling, "You must be thirsty as well? Here," Atha takes her waterskin from her side and takes a big gulp before placing it on the ground before the two kits, "What we give is our own, it is safe."
Ara's return with the food pulls a sigh from the woman, she reaches out slowly and gently to pull the ration pouch back towards her and repeats the process, taking some and clearly eating it in full view before placing it back where Ara had originally put it. "The hardtack is safe too, just not very tasty."
No sooner had she placed it back than tiny, clawed hands shot forwards, pulling the fur away from the adults and snatching up the waterskin and ration pouch, "Xahqoh!" The boy exclaimed as the tiny Xahqoh nearly tore open the pouch. "She ate it and I'm so hungry Ahweh’a." Xahqoh whines before ravenously stuffing hardtack into her mouth, Ahweh’a quick to follow.
Atha's fists clench, and she looks to Ara, face set in steely determination. "We're searching for their mother." Her tone makes it clear that she won't accept any answer out of Ara except for his agreement, a tiny undertone of a plea and hope. The Twelve were not kind but Atha would not give up the tiny kernel of unrealistic hope in her chest.
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"Ara is just going to grab you some of our food," She relays to the Mi'qittens, sounding far calmer than she was feeling, "You must be thirsty as well? Here," Atha takes her waterskin from her side and takes a big gulp before placing it on the ground before the two kits, "What we give is our own, it is safe."
Ara's return with the food pulls a sigh from the woman, she reaches out slowly and gently to pull the ration pouch back towards her and repeats the process, taking some and clearly eating it in full view before placing it back where Ara had originally put it. "The hardtack is safe too, just not very tasty."
No sooner had she placed it back than tiny, clawed hands shot forwards, pulling the fur away from the adults and snatching up the waterskin and ration pouch, "Xahqoh!" The boy exclaimed as the tiny Xahqoh nearly tore open the pouch. "She ate it and I'm so hungry Ahweh’a." Xahqoh whines before ravenously stuffing hardtack into her mouth, Ahweh’a quick to follow.
Atha's fists clench, and she looks to Ara, face set in steely determination. "We're searching for their mother." Her tone makes it clear that she won't accept any answer out of Ara except for his agreement, a tiny undertone of a plea and hope. The Twelve were not kind but Atha would not give up the tiny kernel of unrealistic hope in her chest.