“Don’t start,” he snapped. “What were you thinking? Those aren’t harmless little children to play games with. And sliding down the hill—falling in a creek in this cold—” He snarled again. “Humans are so fragile. You need to be more careful.”
SHIRO POV
The sight of her drenched and trembling, freezing on the spot, wouldn’t leave his mind. So weak, he thought. No, he had decided fragile was the more accurate word. It was not something she could change with training or practice. She just *was*. Maddeningly easy to break.
Shiro had seen dead humans. Dying humans. Skin pallid as the blood failed to warm it. Eyes distant as they could not focus. Lips, blue and lifeless and cold.
As angry as he was for her recklessness, Shiro felt most angry at himself for how deeply the very real possibility of this little human’s death shook him.
