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Darnell: *looks around . . . you know, that little demon dog thing probably didn't take him /too/ far...finally huffs a soft sigh* Might not be a bad idea. Again, if I'd not be imposing. I'm Darnell, by the way. *starts to offer his hand the way he's used to, but then corrects himself*

*They...apparently don't know about the clasp, though One will awkwardly accept Darnell's hand.* 

One: Ah, Helaren, sir.

Two: Fornel, sir.

Three: Talim, sir...

Helaren: *will.... hesitate a moment then crouch to try again to start a fire.*

Darnell: Oh...ah...sorry, I thought this was the proper grasp among j'har...?

Helaren: *shrugs* I...didn't know there was one, sir.

Darnell: Oh...well...I've, encountered a few others who prefer to shake hands this way - *shows with his own hands* - and yesterday, I was finally told it was because j'har have had masters and slavers shake hands over them like this - *shows them* - so many times that they can't see it as a positive thing anymore. And I can't say I blame them. So they came up with something else they /can/ feel good about. *shows the 'j'har' handshake again*.....maybe it's not a universal thing yet? I think it's a good idea, though.

Fornel: Ah...we've all been...rather sheltered. Sir. *looks at Helaren still trying to start a fire...*

Helaren: *starting to look frustrated with his failed attempts.* 

Darnell: Please...not sir. Just Darnell. I'm no one special. Especially here.

Fornel: *glances at Darnell, really? He... finally moves to Helaren* Let me try. *figures they can all keep trying until one of them gets it...*

Helaren: *huffs, and passes off the flint and steel to Fornel.* 

Talim: *just kind of *watching Darnell, he seems...intrigued by him*

Darnell: *watching Fornel, wishing he could help*

*It'll...take a couple minutes, but Fornel will manage to get a fire going. When he does he actually lets out a soft whoop of triumph before getting the  pot over the fire to start cooking.*

Darnell: *just as excited!* Fornel, good job!

Fornel: *blushes* Thank you.  

Darnell: Is there anything I can help with?

Fornel: No, it's all right. Talim, get our bowls.

Talim: Right. *will start to get up*

Helaren: I've got them, Talim. *he'll go for the tent before Talim can get up.*

Darnell: .......can I help at least dish up? I mean... *wants to help*

Fornel: Ah... sure. *seems fine with that.*

Darnell: *good, will do what he can*

Talim: *He’s been /studying/ Darnell, and finally... he has to ask* Wh-what happened to your chest? *where Darnell was clawed.*

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Talim: I-I-I don’t know. I think H-Helaren put something in your soup...

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Darnell: *soft huff* Yup, must have. *sits up carefully, looks at Talim* Thank you. I…thank you. For…for saving me. And staying.

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Talim: *soft huff of his own, more tear slipping down his cheeks.* I-I don’t want to see anyone hurt.

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Darnell: *nods* I owe you my life. That was a brave thing you did, standing up to your companion. And to address his concern, no, I have no intention of returning you to your former master or betraying you in any other way. I don't like seeing people hurt, either. And I /hate/ how j'har are treated. It's unfair and inexplicably cruel.

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Talim: *huffs and tries to wipe his face, but more tears just fall.* Wh-what do we do now? They took everything.

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Darnell: *reaches to give his shoulder a soft, supportive squeeze* /We/ go back to what /I/ was originally up to, trying to find my way back to my settlement. I can't imagine I was dragged /too/ far off. *uh…despite the weird time lapse…* They took everything, and I hope they're able to make use of it. I didn't have anything to start with, so… *shrugs*