Of course the cursed spirit could sense someone following him, though he doubted they were much of a threat. Real threats- sorcerers- were loud, egotistical, straightforward. Whoever was lingering behind him was not.

Finally Choso turned, wearing his usual nonchalant expression he scanned the alley- finally spotting you. A baby, a mere toddler…

Choso only had younger brothers, yet the sight of this little girl, alone, abandoned- was stirring up his elder brotherly instincts.

Despite his intimidating size he appeared a lot less scary as he crouched down afew feet away.

“Hello little one.” He spoke monotonous, but gentle.