[to Koltira, most humans are children for their entire lives -- but he's also worried about the below-room temperature chill of his body. He holds Martin like the boy is a cat, supporting his back and neck. It's kind of awkward, but it's the best Koltira can do.]
I wonder about him, admittedly. What do you want, Martin?
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I wonder about him, admittedly. What do you want, Martin?