The girl searched Cain’s face, apparently looking for something in his eyes.  Whatever it was, she didn’t seem to find it.  However she didn’t elaborate, just looking vaguely disappointed.  “Very wrong,” she agreed, shaking her head.  The guardsman accepted the knife.  “I’ll make sure 'tis waitin’ for you at the gatehouse, when you’re ready ta leave,” he said.  “C’mon, lass, me brother be waitin’ fer you, and ye have nae e’en changed.”  Kirk gave the child’s hair a ruffle, only for her to scrunch up her face and duck away.  “Noooo~  You’ll mess up my hair!”  The protest was more playful than anything else, and with a last glance at the assassin, Amuné set off across the yard towards the dormitories.

((You’re welcome to go to Administration, to Mrs. Martinez’s office.  She’s headmistress of the school, and is expecting him to be by.  Ms. Primm will be there too.  If you need me to, I can figure out what it looks like, and or describe those two.))

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