No child of ours should have to die for us[gabe and Raph(?)]

Her father and the man talked for a minute in her Da's tongue and she let it be. She'd learn those words one day she was certain. She could hear the man taking in scents, like he wanted to do what she did. Though Da liked her to do it but she wasn't sure Ma did. She took in the man's scent and picked apart the different emotions in it. There was Da's happy and proud like always, but this man he had new ones.

She knew anger, frustration and jealousy, along with fear and sadness, but this one was different. It was like sadness but different. She felt like he worried. That was one of them for sure. When he put his face down she aimed to gently nuzzle his scarred face before she sat up on two back legs and aimed to place both tiny forepaws on his snout. The way she handled him was a bit like a healer with a sick patient. No fear was on her and she gave him her voice finally, her foreign lyrics tuned with soft and pleasing tunes. "Sad.... Woorrees...." she then did her best to lay over his snout a bit and nuzzle between his eyes. She wasn't aware that this smelling thing she did was a lot like this man's smelling to see. Her Da knew though, that they shared something.