Alai turned around and met the eyes of Fushun, who was trembling on the wall.
"Help!" Fushun burst into tears.
"Trouble." Alai muttered, flying up the wall on tiptoes, carrying Fushun with one hand and coming down, his head full of pigtails and full of energy.
When we sat back down at the grill, there were already four of us. Fushun wanted to stand and wait, but was forced to sit down by Finn, "It's fun if we all eat together, why are you standing?"
"Yes." Azilan smiled, took a knife and handed it to Finn: "Eat more."
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