A little silver sphere that looks suspiciously as though it’s from some sort of stick or lever rolls against his boot and he looks first at it in confusion… and then to the one somewhat unsteadily toddling toward him.

Kneeling, he picks up the little sphere and offers it to the child.

“Now what have we here?” she questions, more to herself than to the tiny being before her.

She kneels then, still hopelessly towering over the child despite her own diminutive height.

“… How did you get here, little one? And have you someone searching for you?”

“You’re li’l li’e me!” the toddler exclaims in evident delight, clapping her hands before resting her chin on them.