Umin watches wordlessly, as the remains of rabbits fall wetly to the stones.
It isn’t long before the meat stops dropping and the creature returns to its previous posture, offering the bowl to Umin as though he were a shying mutt.
Not far from the truth, that.
At last yielding to hunger, his fingers are soon sticky with broth.
The girl-thing all the while still as statuary.
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