Oliver sniffled, and made a soft squeak noise to acknowledge Ripley's praise. He didn't want to cry over the experience but it was just the way he was, he scared easy, and when he got scared he cried easy. Besides, the bonk on the head had been just painful enough to trigger the tears, like stubbing your toe when you were in a bad mood to begin with.
He rubbed his eyes and followed Ripley's glance. It was just barely visible, one patch of scrubby grey lichen that had been scraped off as his foot slipped. It was pretty high...
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