There is a city stretching to meet the sky, and around it there is nothing to see but sand.
Senna is watching for them when they get outside, and seems surprised that they're back so soon. She makes her way over to them, excited.
"I hope you have a better idea of what to do with a human child than I do."
Nodnod! "I'm going to take them to the human quarter, they'll be safe there. --Are you hurt?" she adds to the child.
"Good. Come on, let's get out of here. Thank you, Robin."
They flex their hand, which feels suddenly cold with the absence of tiny fingers.
"I didn't do it for you."
"As if that matters," Senna points out.
Robin shakes their head, a motion that looks more like clearing out their ears than like a negation.
"Of course it matters."
Shrug. She's already walking away with the child. If Robin wants to keep talking they're going to have to follow.
Eh, they don't care that much what one human thinks of them.
Leaning back against a wall, Robin looks around at the scenery and waits to see if anything interesting will cross their path.