K'ile stood up straight from the rack of sticks he'd been setting up over the cooking vessel. His eyes saw K'deiki, but he didn't trust them immediately. The concussion was still playing with his senses, and without his scent of smell, his initial reaction was one of confusion. He couldn't recall the last time an Elder had approached him out among the tents. K'ile glanced outside the tent, into the night, seeking some sign of Xha'li with the coals that K'ile needed in order to begin cooking, but he saw no sign of the man.
Ears askew, K'ile returned a vexed gaze to the Elder. Then he inclined his head to her in respect. "K'deiki. I'm not sure what..." He heard the woman's words clearly, but couldn't discern their meaning.
Ears askew, K'ile returned a vexed gaze to the Elder. Then he inclined his head to her in respect. "K'deiki. I'm not sure what..." He heard the woman's words clearly, but couldn't discern their meaning.
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