[Seeing children in this place always bothers him. It always does. He cannot help but feel they cannot belong here, and that Acumen even bringing them is such a gross crime in and of itself that he would like to lock him up. What did Yuta deserve to be here for? What did this child do?
He spied her working with the stick, quiet, canting his head, catching her words as she got louder, though his ears made it easier to pick it up even when she had been speaking softly.
He approaches, fur lined coat, his dark hair up and his elfish ears on full display.]
Keep your knees bent. It will make it easier for you to move about.