Patreen watched as Yolana and Valio moved to go on patrol; "Be safe." he called after them softly. He yawned, covering his mouth with one small hand. He looked over at his Master nodding. Reaching behind his head the child undid his cyan braid the bright locks flowing around his shoulders. His hair was something the child wasn't really vain about, though his Mama was always going on about how much they loved his hair. He figured he'd be walking back to the city. That alone had his body weary...
When Merikh held out his arm the child blinked before walking stiffly back to his Master. His body was small, slender and meek as he settled next to the elder male. Laying his head on the elder's shoulder the child closed his eyes as he quickly slipped into sleep.