One as the Mother

"Primitive…? Well. You’re inside Wall Rose. How do you not know… that?"

[ His left brow arches. ]

"...I am not from here." She finally admits, "...this place? I am not from here." Again she turns, pointing just outside the walls and towards the sky -- just a tad -- and frowns. 

"I guess… I am?"

[ He blinks a few times ]

"Listen well, primitive twelve; Reiner Twelve. My name is Yejide Shepard. And I am not sure where this is." 

[ Silently she licked her finger and felt around the air. And then settled still. ]

[ His body freezes at the sudden contact. ]

"You are very colorful, too!" 

[ Smiles ]

"Yejide…? That’s a new name."

[ He pauses, looking her up and down. ]

"Alright, alright.. Yejee.”

Not one to want to have an upset child on his hands, let alone the fact his friends probably wouldn’t let him live it down that he pissed off a kid, he stood back up and gave her a small bit of space.

"I need to go back outside! I need to find them, again!" 

Swiftly she stood, turning on heel and spying around the area, quickly running off. 

"Alright, that’s a start!" Why she kept calling him eleven, he’d never know. But kids always did odd things for entertainment.

"I am not a sweetie...primitive." 

The action seemed involuntary, even so she snapped to attention once more, a confused look of shock on her face. 

"Just Marco..Yejide." He smiled at the girl and crouched beside her to be closer to her height.

"My.. maty. My papa."

....

"...Marco-Eleven... my name is Yejide."