[The talk of Angel's companion reminds Anders of his own. He looks down at her and strokes at her idly while she still naps.]
Can you find food for her anywhere? What does she eat? I'd imagine the grass, but I worry this girl might be too young to mouse for herself, and I couldn't have stayed in that town long enough to find her any food.
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[The talk of Angel's companion reminds Anders of his own. He looks down at her and strokes at her idly while she still naps.]
Can you find food for her anywhere? What does she eat? I'd imagine the grass, but I worry this girl might be too young to mouse for herself, and I couldn't have stayed in that town long enough to find her any food.