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13 "I wouldn't even trust you to boil

tea in your condition!"

Brichtrede watches the little blond boy arriously. She gets tired fast still, but she hates feeling like she's sleeping all the time. She's still not sure what to make of her nephew but he's been a nice distraction from everything else.

She wasn't sure about the newest boy yet.

He had crawled into the corner behind the main door shortly after Kidd had set him down, and has been silently crying ever since, hugging his knees, trying to stay small and unnoticed.

The blood from his face has smeared along his arms. He'd glanced up once at Kidd when the boy had brought him some water. She'd seen the black eye then, the swollen lip.

Someone had beaten the boy Recently,

If she knew who- she'd be hunting them down. Beating them back.

Instead of telling her who is responsible, Kidd slips out again, the two of them left alone. She sits quietly, fuming, letting the boy grieve.

It takes her too long to move these days, but she can without assistance. Eventually she gets herself sitting in the bed. She's so tired, but her heart bleeds for the little lost boy.

When he seems to have cried all he physically could, she finally speaks up, "What's your name, sweetie?"

The boy looked up, looking so lost.

"Do... do you have one?" Kidd didn't after all.

"Keillan Misnich Macfergus... but poppa said I'm not his no more."

Brichtrede frowned at that, not sure what he had meant.

"His dad sold him to the marines. "Kidd said faintly at her side. She started, not realizing he'd already come back. He was holding the salve for her burns and clean new cloths.

But he said it low enough that they boy- Keillan - didn't hear him as he continued, "He escaped, and tried to go back home."

Kidd was working the medication in to her arm, "Guess his dad really didn't want him after all."

She had to force the brittle smile on her face to stay, tried to keep the anger from her eyes. The boy flinched still, curing up tighter. She could feel the anger Rolling of Kidd as he focused on her burns.

Brichtrede lets him work. As he Rewrapps her, she looks to the boy in theorner. Thinks.

"Am fear nach misnich, cha bhuannaich,"

Both boys look at her in confusion, but both for different reasons. "Do you know what that means?" She asks Keillan.

The boy shakes his head no, but he's watcher them now. Watching Kidd Rebind her injuries.

"It means to find good things in life, you must be Brave."

He seems to think it over. wiping his nose on his arm as he sniffs. He mouths out her words. "my second name is Misnich."

"It is. Someone must have thought you very brave, to give you such a name"

His smile was still sad, but it was a smile none the less.

She glanced at Kidd at her side, his own expression muted, but he seemed to agree with her, and she smiled softy back at the boy.

"Kellan M 'such, will you come sit with me? It hurts ever so much to be upright, and I'd like to lay back down if that's okay?"

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