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[center] Camp, outside the building [/center]

Dareen returned the nod to Bellinar, compressing her lips to acknowledge his presence wasn't unwanted, but that she wasn't exactly in the mood for grinning. As she walked around the camp, she thought about what she could do to make herself useful. Apparently, Fatima had decided to take the street kid and his dog under the group's win. Probably a bad idea. But Dareen didn't want to get involved in that. She could cook? But apparently Xandar was in the mood for cooking, and Dareen would prefer to stay far away from his as possible. Unlike Mikhail who seemed to provoke the Reaper without hesitation, Dareen was intimidated by the Warlord Prince. Or at least she was smart enough to not throw threats and insults his way. 

Dareen looked at the boy and squinted. Pale hair. Could it be that child she had chased in the alley? Interesting. Well, hopefully he didn't recognize her. The fewer people knew she wore that ridiculous outfit, the better. Honestly, she had no idea how the other girls did it. Dareen sort of turned her head away, but not obviously. My goodness. Was she really worried about what a little boy thought about her?

Yes. Absolutely. Kids could be ruthless, and her self-esteem was damaged enough as it is! Plus, children were just- annoying? Dareen smirked to herself. Still, no point in avoiding them. The kid, or Xandar. Dareen ended up wandering around the camp, staring out onto the horizon. Lookout, she supposed. 

Eventually she ended up over at the campfire and saw the little Sceltie dog proudly placed a bunch of...stuff down. Proudly proclaiming he would go after Faeril. Dareen didn't need the Black Widow in a sour mood. So she reached out to slow the dog down with some of her Craft. A gentle pressure on it's back. Just enough so she could start after it and catch up.

[color=c4df9b]"Heyheyheyheeey there, big guy."[/color] She said quickly, a laugh entering her voice. She placed a hand on the dogs back and began to rub him a little bit.[color=c4df9b] "Why don't we..." [/color]She glanced around and picked up a nearby stick telekinetically. It hovered a few feet off the ground. [color=c4df9b]"Play fetch?"[/color] She offered with a shrug and grimace. With that, she tossed the stick in the direction away from the house with a flick of her wrist, hoping to see the Sceltie scamper off after it.