She wasn't bothered about dressing. Kestrel seemed to forget that she was,  for all intent and purpose, a girl, and probably shouldn't walking around the way she did. Her sisters and mother were always scolding her for asking like a boy sometimes, but even at her current age, there were some things that hadn't quite sunk in yet. The mark across her face might have bothered her more if she was concerned about her looks,  but it was no more to her than a mark.

In a lot of ways, she saw Jube as young and naive, but she couldn't see that in as many ways so was she.

"Hey," she said, a hand casually stroking his head as she reached him, giving him the plant she held. "You okay?"