"Don't worry. I wouldn't've let Tonnerre hurt you, so Spike's got no chance."
She whistles sharply, but slides her arm out from Reids's and goes to the dog and child before the pair can reach Reid. "Spike! Heel! Elodie, why the hell aren't you with your mum and the Abbess?"
"Dunno," Elodie tells her, allowing herself to be picked up - luckily, she's very small for her age - as the dog dances around them, looking proud of himself. "I looked away'n'they were gone, and there were people, and then Spike found me."
Nix tickles the dog's ears, settling Elodie comfortably on her hip. "Good boy. Ely, sweetheart, we're goin' down to the skating now, so I s'pect we'll find your mum there, okay?"
The little girl nods, leaning tiredly against Nix's right shoulder, her afro tickling the older girl's cheek until Nix carefully resettles her, clinging to her shoulders as best she can: her left arm has been amputated just below the elbow since eighteen months ago. Large, fearless brown eyes peer at Reid curiously.
"Nix?" she asks, muffled, "Who's that?"
"He's a friend," Nix tells her. "He's nice. This is Spencer, Ely."
"Oh." She's still looking at Reid, but this seems to be sufficient explanation at present. "Hello."
The dog, meanwhile, is looking at him with some suspicion, but another word from Nix causes him to subside, trotting off in front as she offers her arm to Reid again.
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"Don't worry. I wouldn't've let Tonnerre hurt you, so Spike's got no chance."
She whistles sharply, but slides her arm out from Reids's and goes to the dog and child before the pair can reach Reid. "Spike! Heel! Elodie, why the hell aren't you with your mum and the Abbess?"
"Dunno," Elodie tells her, allowing herself to be picked up - luckily, she's very small for her age - as the dog dances around them, looking proud of himself. "I looked away'n'they were gone, and there were people, and then Spike found me."
Nix tickles the dog's ears, settling Elodie comfortably on her hip. "Good boy. Ely, sweetheart, we're goin' down to the skating now, so I s'pect we'll find your mum there, okay?"
The little girl nods, leaning tiredly against Nix's right shoulder, her afro tickling the older girl's cheek until Nix carefully resettles her, clinging to her shoulders as best she can: her left arm has been amputated just below the elbow since eighteen months ago. Large, fearless brown eyes peer at Reid curiously.
"Nix?" she asks, muffled, "Who's that?"
"He's a friend," Nix tells her. "He's nice. This is Spencer, Ely."
"Oh." She's still looking at Reid, but this seems to be sufficient explanation at present. "Hello."
The dog, meanwhile, is looking at him with some suspicion, but another word from Nix causes him to subside, trotting off in front as she offers her arm to Reid again.