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*The shock of cold, makes Trilla twitch a little before her eyes open. She'd soon enough find Proto and see that his hand was on her face. There was a clash of sensations to deal with, the coolness of Proto's metal hand and the burning of nerve endings on various patches of skin. It was a lot for the child to take in and for her brain to work out, sorting between pain, burning, cold, plotting her revenge. Trilla might seem a little disoriented if it could be called that, aside from Proto, her eyes were searching around, shooting in random directions trying to find out where she was*

Trilla: =.= ?

Trilla: .__. Hnn.

*Trilla was a little more alert now, and confused as to why Proto was there with her. It was true that the children probably under-appriciated the bot, but they didn't really know what to think about it, or any of the other robots they conciously knew that they had met. They lived in a technilogical marvel, yet for the moment shunned it. The fact that children were able to adapt quickly to new things, would be an invaluble asset to the three. The new technologies in the citadel would probably become second nature to the children sooner or later. Already they had been instructed on how to use Zio, at least briefly anyhow. They would eventually learn more and be able to progress with what they had learned, and put it to goods use, far better than some of the other members of the citadel anyways. Still for now Trilla seemed half curious over Proto being there, and half distracted by her thoughts*

*The child would still look at Proto in curiosity, between stings from her rug burns. There were slight tears massing on the edge of each of Trilla's eyes, a natural response to pain. Trilla's wings pull in to rest lightly on her back, her right side had taken most of the damage. Trilla's right cheek, the lower and upper part of her right arm, and a small section of skin by her collar bone were all subjected to an unplanned stop, when the child tripped and fell. The roughness of the short bristled carpet, were somewhat painful and it showed in the red and burning lines on the child's skin. Once she regained her wits, Trilla would probably stand or try to*

Trilla: .__. Hnn.

*At this point, Eecheb had ducked into the cafeteria. The smells of such wonderful food had drawn him there, he'd probably take a few minutes to eat something and then run off again*

Eecheb: Yum. razz

*Falling to the side a tad, Trilla tries to hang onto Proto for all she's worth. The child would probably remain that way until getting back up to level ninety-nine. Being brought around the tower in such a fashion was something she wasn't used too. She didn't look at that comfortable, but that might be more the part of the burning sensation then having to perch up on Proto's shoulder*

Trilla: >_< Mmn...

*What had Trilla tripped on in the first place? A ripple in the carpet that lined every hall perhaps? Or maybe she'd pulled a muscle, in an over extension of one of her jumps? Either way she was now atop Proto's shoulder and being carried back up to her mother who would hopefully know how to handle such things as rug burn. Perhaps something Nana had obtained recently would be of some help in this matter, just maybe*

Trilla: <.< Hnn.

*Again from within the room, Nana looks up when the knock occures and listens to the beep. Had Micha awoke with the same problems that Eecheb and Trilla had, with putting on his robe? Nana puts down what ever it is she has on hand for the second time, then slowly gets up from the bed before making any kind of response*

<.<

Coming...!

*A few seconds later one of the doors would begin to creek open again, with Nana standing there, the same way she had been the first time. Immediately she blinks when two small feet are seen dangling over from Proto's left side*

o.o;

Ah... What can I do for the two of you?

*Nana does notice the red marks after a second or two, they were much darker than the rest of the child's skin pigment. So immediately Nana inquires upon the state of her daughter*

<.<

My, what happened to you?

Trilla: v.v; Trilla fell.

<.<

Are you alright?

Trilla: crying Trilla hurts.

*Nana smiles and nods her head to the child and then does the same to Proto*

--__--

All right, I understand. I'll take it from here, thank you Proto. It was kind of you to look after her.

*Taking the child's left hand, Nana would lead Trilla into the bedroom. Proto would be free to go back to its previous doings, perhaps Proto would even have a chance to start listening to some music again. Nana wasn't gone just yet, so if Proto had anything to add, then it was free to, or Proto could just salute and go about its buisness again. Trilla was now in her mother's care, and would get the attention she needed now, so at least one task of importance was done. Micha still seemed to be asleep, so the boy wouldn't cause any trouble. Eecheb on the other hand, was making a bit of a mess in the cafeteria. All he could remember of the large ball of blood red fur at the back wall of the cafeteria was that it had many teeth. After trying a few chicken legs and finding them to his liking, Eecheb hid behind a table and started bombarding the wolf with the drumstick bones. With no response, the boy continued until several drumsticks lye at the creature's feet and were strewn about. Heaven forbid he try anything bigger*

Eecheb: .__.,