It was a cold day, not necessarily the coldest its been but it was still enough to make the boy shiver. Though the spring seemed to be moving forth into Elysium, a snow storm rushed in right as it started to warm up. Wheatley was bored; with Honey off doing whatever she was doing, the growing lad had been forced to sit and watch the sun as it rose and went each day. He couldn't stand it anymore, he had to move had to be active... had to chew on stuff.

The boy's gums ached and the little nubs he had for teeth hurt when he ate. It felt good though, to chew on things. Recently Wheatley had managed to chew up an entire root; only the base of it from the tree was left. Now with a pile of snow on the ground, Wheatley hadn't been able to find any sticks. A small shudder ran down his spine, it was way too cold for him out here. Something bulky caught his eye, he turned. A flash of purple and a loaping creature. Hmm. It stopped, the painted dog jumped over snow banks and swirls of cold as he made his way to the creature. "Hullo hullo!" he yipped. "'R you alright?"

"Right, 'ill be 'lright thought. Right?" He rand over to a patch of moss and began to pull at it, the pup rolled it in the snow until it was drenched. He rand back and gave it to the feline.

Nemhain seemed to have an unnatural ability to get along with children. This was not anything intentional on her part, since the persona hardly knew how you were supposed to interact positively with younglings, but evidently she had some trait about her that made them flock to her. Perhaps it was just her size that made it so that children saw her as a natural brood mother, one who was big and strong enough to protect them. It wouldn't have surprised her, at least going off what she had read and gathered from Rin's memories. And she had done a lot of reading on the subject, mainly in order to soothe her own confusion over what purpose a mother figure actually served. She had done the same for father figures, but considering how Sanzu and Spanishkit stumbled after her calling her Nem, Mom, and Mama, she didn't think that was very relevant to her own troubles. Either way, after a lot of research, Nemhain found that she didn't really mind it much that children saw her as naturally trustworthy. After all, she was going to protect everyone within Elysium anyways, so why wouldn't she protect the children too? And if they chose to see her as some sort of mother figure, so be it.

This was why, when Nemhain found herself drawn over to the scene of a slightly burned child sitting within their snow mountain territory, she didn't feel any anxiety over Aleifr feeling drawn to her. If they did, they did, and if they didn't, they didn't. It wouldn't be causing her to shed her feathers in anxiety anytime soon. Landing nearby to Rin and Wheatley, Nemhain looked over the child silently before she spoke, intrigued by how they possibly could've gotten such wounds, "Do you have parents nearby, as well? Any sort of family?" They would be far from the first orphan child to show up on Elysium's border, even in the last month, but Nem felt the need to ask, just to see if they would soon be followed up by larger company as well.