[Said bat continues its whining, though it at least doesn't try to scratch her or throw itself off of Sana's hands in a fit of drama. Instead, it uses the new vantage point to squeak a few more rude noises in the direction of the invaders, who are partly still having arguments with the locals.
A commanding voice emerges from the treehouse above, along with the sound of heavy boots against the wooden deck.]
Enough.
[Almost immediately, the chattering of the animals grows quieter, only a few sounds made here and there as they either settle onto their perches under the branches or leave entirely. A few bats fly up towards the treehouse itself, as if they've decided to take shelter inside instead.]
[The answer he receives doesn't come from Sana, in fact; after hearing the squeaks of his apparent guests, he turns to look at the branches below and notices the smoky newcomers. Although his furrowed brow doesn't soften at the sight, his exasperated remark isn't particularly harsh:]
This is far from the strangest thing all of you have seen, surely.
[Especially given the frosty fortress ordeal from two months prior. But another vocal tirade from the bat in Sana's hands brings him to glance down and spot the aqua-haired girl at last.]
You there. It's not safe to handle them with bare hands.
[The addressed animal shuffles forward and takes off with an aggressive flap, deciding to make its problems known again as it flies towards, around, and then past the towering man, who merely blinks and draws back mildly at the noisy creature.]
Ah. That is one of the more... outspoken of them.
[The thing probably threw itself at the girl before she had the chance to make a decision. With a shake of his head, he steps over across the deck, and the attached ladder slides to the ground with a thunk.]
Come in and wash off. Try to limit what you touch.
[ At least the angry scolding bat is full of vim and vigor and Sana can't suppress a relieved sigh as she watches her take off.
But there goes the relief, replaced with Dread and Uncertainty as the ladder hurtles down and she flinches. Come in? He wants her to come in?? Oh right, because she held a bat and they have germs... she debates politely refusing, but in a war of wills between this towering man and a 14-year-old girl, she harbors no hope of actually winning. ]
[And that man is not any less towering up close than he is from afar.
He waits to see the girl make it up the ladder before turning to head inside, holding the door open for her with what is for him a neutral expression, but is in reality closer to a scowl. Even the inside of the treehouse is rather imposing, with the light largely limited to the windows, the few decorations ornate in a way that feels somehow grave, and the temperature just this side of uncomfortably cold.]
[ This feels more like a crypt or a morgue or the inside of a Victorian museum where you will absolutely be flung into prison or taken to the stocks if you bump into anything, which automatically makes Sana sway a bit at the thought, lightheaded from Anxiety.
This is going to be how she dies, isn't it? In this foreboding treehouse? But at least if she dies, she'll try to be polite about it. ]
Y-yes, thank you for your help, I'll go right now--
[Ah, a familiar reaction. As used to having people flee from him as Barok is, he hardly blinks at her stammering, and simply watches her go before turning and returning to his own matters.
At the very least, Sana will find that it is a perfectly normal and serviceable washroom, even if the mirror frame is a bit... much.
Before long, the whistle of a boiling kettle sounds from the kitchen, around the way she came. She'll have to pass by him again if she wants to leave, it seems...]
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A commanding voice emerges from the treehouse above, along with the sound of heavy boots against the wooden deck.]
Enough.
[Almost immediately, the chattering of the animals grows quieter, only a few sounds made here and there as they either settle onto their perches under the branches or leave entirely. A few bats fly up towards the treehouse itself, as if they've decided to take shelter inside instead.]
What is the purpose to all this commotion?
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O-oh no, he sounds mad...
[ That's not answering the commanding voice's question, Sana. ]
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This is far from the strangest thing all of you have seen, surely.
[Especially given the frosty fortress ordeal from two months prior. But another vocal tirade from the bat in Sana's hands brings him to glance down and spot the aqua-haired girl at last.]
You there. It's not safe to handle them with bare hands.
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I-I'm sorry, this little one collapsed and... leaving anyone on the ground seemed rude, I'm-- er, can you fly now?
[ to the bat, more than a little inanely. ]
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Ah. That is one of the more... outspoken of them.
[The thing probably threw itself at the girl before she had the chance to make a decision. With a shake of his head, he steps over across the deck, and the attached ladder slides to the ground with a thunk.]
Come in and wash off. Try to limit what you touch.
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But there goes the relief, replaced with Dread and Uncertainty as the ladder hurtles down and she flinches. Come in? He wants her to come in?? Oh right, because she held a bat and they have germs... she debates politely refusing, but in a war of wills between this towering man and a 14-year-old girl, she harbors no hope of actually winning. ]
Y-yes, sir.
[ As she very carefully climbs the ladder. ]
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He waits to see the girl make it up the ladder before turning to head inside, holding the door open for her with what is for him a neutral expression, but is in reality closer to a scowl. Even the inside of the treehouse is rather imposing, with the light largely limited to the windows, the few decorations ornate in a way that feels somehow grave, and the temperature just this side of uncomfortably cold.]
The washroom is down the hall to your right.
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This is going to be how she dies, isn't it? In this foreboding treehouse? But at least if she dies, she'll try to be polite about it. ]
Y-yes, thank you for your help, I'll go right now--
[ SHE IS PRACTICALLY FLEEING. ]
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At the very least, Sana will find that it is a perfectly normal and serviceable washroom, even if the mirror frame is a bit... much.
Before long, the whistle of a boiling kettle sounds from the kitchen, around the way she came. She'll have to pass by him again if she wants to leave, it seems...]