[Krile lets go of the cat she's hugging at the moment and runs over to the door, then stops. She's been crying. It's terribly obvious that she's been crying and she knows that she'll just start crying again as soon as she opens the door and sees him. It's hard enough keeping it under control when she's her proper age. At five, it's impossible.
But she opens the door. There's no way she's going to make herself feel alone just because of some stupid tears and pride. She opens the door and only just manages to keep herself from latching onto his legs, what with his hands being full.]
GOOD THING THERE ARE NO DARK DWARVES
But she opens the door. There's no way she's going to make herself feel alone just because of some stupid tears and pride. She opens the door and only just manages to keep herself from latching onto his legs, what with his hands being full.]
Hi.