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Emli-
The girl smiled as Emli shouted out his strange, broken, words. It took her a moment of replaying the syllables back in her head, but after mouthing it out she got the gist of what he was saying, or asking rather.
“Everything, anything. It’s really fun. The colors, the feel of the paint on my hands, I think someone with big hands like you would love it. But for now, let’s get you cleaned up. I live in the palace; we’ll go to the servant’s room and see what we can give you to wear. Can’t have you meeting our lord all sick looking.”
She led him through the palace, through the smoke filled hallways and faint sounds of giggling and moaning. After a short walk they’d end up behind a pair of heavy wooden doors, in a room of beauty and luxury. The floor was nearly lined with soft pillows, and it seemed in places that the mounds of pillows were replacements for beds, comfortable, soft, and free. The girl let go of the moleman’s hand and started searching through cloth and fabric that lay around the room. After grabbing an armful of colorful, flowing fabrics the girl rushed to a basin in the corner of the room, and brought a small bowl of water and a rag to Emli.
“Here, let me wash your things.” She cooed, rubbing the gunk off of his mask. “Underneath too? Do you mind?”