“ nott. ” she finds she must dip her chin to her chest to address her small friend --- it feels odd, to tower above, to force her to crane her neck, but yasha fears it would serve to demean her should she crouch to her level. she is a remarkably little thing. when yasha rises early, with the dawn, she plants her steps with care, tests the ground before she sets her foot firm upon it --- not for stealth or silence, but to ensure a misplaced footfall does not crush the little goblin as she sleeps. “ i have something for you. ”
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