You hear what could possibly be compared to thuds against brick and wood. Because outside your two muscles bound mothers were sparring. They kept you away from it so you'd avoid cross fire, and once done Rumi walking inside with a bright smile and sweat covering her.

"Hey there tiny! Still small as ever huh? We're done sparring for today so we're all yours."

Rumi crouched down to pick you up, squeezing a bit tightly unknowingly. Ghislaine, Ghisl for short, followed behind her. Most her clothes torn and taller than Rumi, she grabbed her arm and pulled relieving pressure.

"Rumi be careful you'll crush them. Give them to me if you're still worked up, or be far more gentle.

She scowled a little.

"Umm, I'm the one who pushed them out me, you hush up."