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Nahm got up when Roch did, dipping a shallow bow to the alpha. He followed his friend out silently. This encounter had given him a great deal to think over.

Once they were back on the street, though, he looked over to Roch, his grin peeling out to the edges of his face. "Want some candy, little boil?"

"Woulda depended on what kinda candy," Nahm said. He unhooked the borrowed helmet from its place on the bike and put it on, then waited for Roch to mount up before sliding onto the seat behind his friend.

"Yep," he replied cheerfully. "Probably ain't a bad thing, though. That's a contact you just made there." He slapped Roch's shoulder. Babysitting wasn't a big deal; he'd been roped into watching smaller sibs, cousins, and clan-cousins more times than he could count. He did wonder how creatures managed who couldn't believably threaten to eat their charges for misbehavior, though.