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	Miiba couldn't help but shift around nervously the whole time, after all, there was a fight going on just outside, and it seemed to be taking longer than what Lear made it sound like it would. Miiba lifted her head slightly to try to angle herself to see through the window without leaving her spot, but it was to no avail. A few more moments pass and there was a loud shout that everyone could here. Lear mentioned it being a 'warcry' and asked Mira to go help him. Lear continued on reading the story, but he seemed a bit more distracted now.  

	[color=00fa9a]"Mr. Lear? What if Geir in trouble? We help? Can Miiba help?"[/color] she asked. She seemed anxious, like she wasnted to do something, wanted to help, even if she didn't know how. She didn't have anything that she started out with, all her tools were gone, but in her eyes it just looked like Geir was in trouble. Despite how much she didn't like him for how he treated her, she still didn't want to see him get hurt, for both his and the other's sake.