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[cawdad]

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[cawdad]

[He clacks his beak and shuffles over to read the paper. Then, he nods, beak bobbing.]

Mmrrmm... Yes. Yes, I will help you. For this.

[But, also, he's got to think about this one.]

What about your pictures?

[withsadness]

My pictures don't help anybody...

[Which she clearly sounds sad about.]

Did you know, where I lived, I could make things out of my drawings. If I drew a house, you could open the door and go inside. But I can't do that here, so I think it's because of where I was, and not because of me.

[cawdad]

Mmr. That is not true.

[His claws tap lightly against the top of her head.]

If you could do these things here. Crrk. What would you do?

[withsadness]

Hmmm...

[That's hard to say. If she were less selfish, she might say something about how she'd draw a bridge that would take everyone back home. But aside from knowing how silly that is, she doesn't want anyone to leave. She likes Beacon.]

Maybe I'd draw...something I thought would keep people from hurting so much.

[Mary reaches up to curl her little fingers around his claws.]

[cawdad]

[He nods, allowing her to take his gnarled hand in her tiny, cute one.]

This is a good thing to do. Why are people hurting?

[But, hm, no, that's not quite the right question. It has too many obvious answers, for starters. He clears his throat and tries again.]

Craw. What is. What is a way that people are hurting that can be helped?

[It's clumsy, but like, that's human speech for you.]