Koruma. That was the boy's name. Koruma and Ky Ness, the Crimson Man. Elyra repeated their names over and over to herself, hoping to imprint them on her memory.
She was interrupted from her memorization by Koruma's next sentence-he was an orphan, huh? The young Kelvic could sympathize with him-she understood what it was like to be alone, abandoned by your parents and left in a facility with no one to love and care for you. With empathy, she nuzzled his hand and purred, showing sympathy in the only way she could. Though she wouldn't return to the orphanage, she saw no issue with keeping this Koruma company while he was out during the day. She remembered being alone and longing for company during her own time in the Sunset Quarters and figured that, even if he had close friends there, he wouldn't mind her tagging along occasionally.
Koruma didn't realize that his words were having the opposite effect on her-instead of being discouraged from the baskets of food, she was instead drawn to them more, sort of desperate to prove that berries were not in fact yucky to her. Instead of pawing at them again, she stood up on all fours and slinked towards the baskets of food, sniffing at them as if she was evaluating the contents. As she moved, Ky spoke, mentioning something about not wanting another child's blood on his hands. Instantly, her ears pricked up and swivelled towards the Crimson Man. Had he killed a child?
Her thoughts went immediately to Koruma's safety around the boy. She made a mental note to keep a close eye on Ky Ness-because there was Sunberth bad, and then there was child murder bad.