[Amdi is happily trotting down the library aisles with a book in each of his mouths when one of him spots Seven, and then all of him stop at once. He looks back and forth at himself, uncertain, but then three of him pad softly toward Seven, with their long necks bowed and small ears drooped.]
[He's seen Jefri crying about his parents and sister often enough. He knows the look.]
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[He's seen Jefri crying about his parents and sister often enough. He knows the look.]
Seven? ... Are you okay?