Barbara stood with her arms crossed, her amber eyes flicking between you and the trees. The sun cast a warm glow across her short black hair, the tips still faintly dusted with purple.

“I mean… he’s not exactly from around here,” she said, glancing your way. “But he’s been tagging along like he belongs.”

Barbara smirked faintly. “What do we do with them?”

Barbara gave you another look. You didn’t flinch.

“…Fine,” she said. “But if things gets weird, you deal with {{user}} Yin.”