[color=silver]The kobold didn't wait for Caw to gather his wits. As soon as the arrow whizzed by its head, it started to scurry away. Like a rat. Or a kenku. Or... any other living creature, fearful for its life. 

Vaal spoke to it, but though Caw could've perfectly replicated every word he heard, he understood none of it. And yet, as if to test the new, foreign language on his tongue, he repeated a word at random. The last word, because he remembered it the clearest.

[i][color=00aeef]"Live." [/color][/i]

Whatever it meant, he liked the sound of it.

No one else moved to give chase to the fleeing kobold or indicate a will to see him do it, and so Caw did not draw another arrow. 

Unsure what else was expected of him, Caw walked to retrieve the two arrows he'd shot; one from the ground, one from the chest of a now-limp kobold. As he pulled out the latter, he caught Vaal at a curious time. Caw was by no means an expert on emotion, be it displaying it or recognizing it, but the kobold seemed... different, somehow. Confused too, maybe. He was staring at a claw for a long time.

Caw walked up to him. Standing next to a creature so small was... new. Caw was used to feeling small and useless, always the one to be protected or helped - or used as a disposable fodder, as it were. But now, he felt like [i]he[/i] was the big, strong one. He rather liked it.

[color=00aeef]"Reasons..."[/color] Caw pondered in the kobold's signature drawl as he regarded the bodies. 

Then, head tilting, he turned to the sorcerer himself, trying to discern how the other was feeling over the death of his own. [color=00aeef]"Kin," [/color]he gestured at the deceased, then switched to the gentle voice of a lady. [color=#f2c4fc]"I'm sorry." [/color] [/color]