Watching the chaos down below was only entertaining for so long to the little soldier. Vater pranced around the room, bellowing in a language she was only just beginning to understand, and she tracked his movements with sharp, curious eyes.

When mathair moved away, a displeased squeak slipped from her on instinct. Her gaze shifted to her sibling, who seemed even less pleased by the sudden loss of their comforting presence. Still, they didn’t linger in protest. Instead, they toddled toward a strange pile of something nearby.

Curiosity won out over stubbornness.

She trailed after them quietly, careful and deliberate, until she came to their side. Lowering her nose, she sniffed at the pile of fruit. It smelled… sour. Sharp. Kind of gross, honestly.

Side-eyeing Selkie, she watched as they boldly went for a mouthful anyway.

After a brief pause, and a flicker of uncertainty, she followed suit.