Bayo let out a sigh of relief and stood, nodding, ”Yeah, I gotta den over yonder. If you follow me I'll take you there, but try not to push yerself.”

She looked tired, judging by her heaving pants. What kind of mother drove their kid to run from her? An awful one, probably.

”C'mon,” he said, gesturing off towards his den, ”My name's Bayo, by th' way. Do you have a name?”

He started to walk slowly, waiting for Galleon to catch up, not wanting to go too fast for her and tire her out more than she already was.