[ That is a lot of honesty for one child to handle. She listens, wide-eyed; the other villagers don't speak to her in such a straightforward way, usually opting for more indulgent tones. She doesn't actually understand the explanation (it was pretty vague), but Mordred sounds like she knows what's going on, and that's enough for the child to latch onto. As long as she can be sure that it'll stop hurting eventually... She blinks away a last wobbly tear before her hand shyly sticks out of its shawl covering, pinky extended. ]
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Okay. Do you promise it'll get better?