Wildling is waiting just beyond the camp, arms crossed, face nearing on angry.

"It's all right, mum, it's all right," Flai tries to soothe once they're close enough.

"Only I am allowed to wonder off and bring back demon friends," Wildling says, looking very sternly at her son. 

She may have to tilt her head up to do it, but she knows the effect stays the same.

"I really don't think she's a demon."

"Considering what you showed me, I'm willing to agree with that." 

Wildling peers at the girl.

She hides herself behind Flai. 

fearworrynoescape

"No, no, you have an escape. You can go free whenever you want, we won't hold you here."

"I'm not sure we could even if we tried."

She could run, she could flee, but running from Flai?

intolerable.

He tightens his grip on her hand, trying to be soothing.

She's very attached to you. Is that a good sign?

Before Flai can even think of an answer, black, slick feelings batter themselves against Wildling's mind.

GOODRIGHTBELONGING-

Wildling forces her back. 

"Do not even think to attack my mind!"

She won't be taken from him. 

"Hey, hey, it's okay. She's just worried about me. She's my mother, it's her right," Flai tries to joke, even as he feels a deep sense of worry.

And could you please stop frightening her?

Wildling turns a glare on her son, but softens quickly. "I haven't got the big, open heart you have, my son. Please, ask her to forgive my caution."

He turns a gentle look on the girl.

She eyes Wildling warily, but she feels secure enough that Flai won't let go.

"Right, well, now that's done-"

"Ooooh, who is this? She's a bit haunted looking!"

Merrill comes up behind Wildling, wrapping one arm about her waist.

Wildling leans into Merrill. "It appears our son wandered off and collected a friend."

Haunted. Questioning? 

And then, a breathy giggle.

"Did I tell a joke? Or did I do something funny?"

Flai grins down at the girl. "She's laughing because she likes it."

"Because she was haunting you?"