[ G'raha murmurs thanks when Ezar hands him the mug of water. He won't complain about the vessel, but it does give him pause in his own head. He puts the water next to Summer, nudging her hand to it. It's a gentle reminder she should drink some.
He mentions the haunting and squints a little bit like he's looking at something neither can see. He's familiar with the color of Summer's soul; it's how he knew the other Warriors were not lying about their identities. But there is no souls in the kitchen.
He hears distant thudding, like tiny mammet arms on a cabinet door a moment later, and his multiple tails flick in amusement. ]
I assume he found one of your mammets.
[ If he had to put a name to it he'd absolutely assume it's the G'raha Tia one. ]
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He mentions the haunting and squints a little bit like he's looking at something neither can see. He's familiar with the color of Summer's soul; it's how he knew the other Warriors were not lying about their identities. But there is no souls in the kitchen.
He hears distant thudding, like tiny mammet arms on a cabinet door a moment later, and his multiple tails flick in amusement. ]
I assume he found one of your mammets.
[ If he had to put a name to it he'd absolutely assume it's the G'raha Tia one. ]
Also please drink some water, dear heart.