"ThE Y WerE N Ot EXPec T eD." But there's a shrug there, started by Anurr and rippling through the posture of his companions, mimed.

As for feeding, their bellies do not ache, never yet hungered. "wE wa nT FoR NoT HIng."

They are of complete make, self-sufficient — watchful of Xie Lian, as he carries on aimlessly. There is something pleasing in him to Anurr, something living. "Yo U StaYEd Ali Ve?"