"Hold, child.." [i]The archer would warn her, raising a hand as if signifying a certain peace. From behind Mion, she could hear the brushing of footsteps against the ground, as a patrol passed by Mion. Mion would draw their attention towards her, as the group would murmur amongst themselves. After a few seconds of whispering, an armored woman would approach, kneeling down to Mion.[/i] "Child? Rise, if you can." [i]She would hold out a gloved hand, studying the cloaked child. She couldn't tell the gender, even in such close proximity.[/i]