He told himself that he didn't want to ever approach this family again. He hated their stupid language, he hated the fact that they were so closed off. Bakugou didn't like to share how he felt with others too but to make such a display of it in front of those around them made him furious. He at least had the decency to check up on them. He could very much ignore them, let them fade into the backdrop, stop caring about their lives. He felt even more bitter after having saved Keona from the fire, remembering the awful heavy smell of the the burning Capricorn. How was repairing it even going to go down? They would have to gather wood, nail things down. While Bakugou had Earth elementals, there is a limit to how much he can hold, how much he can carry. It was better to leave the heavy lifting to those who were bigger, those who were like Luciferus or - as much as he hates to admit it - Owen. The ragdoll holds back a growl from the thought, displeased at the idea that he will have to surrender his usefulness to the likes of others. He hates it even more when he remembers the memory of Goldenluxury trying so hard to protect him from Caesar, going so far as to project multiple images of himself. He didn't want to be protected. He didn't want to be viewed as vulnerable. And yet the only thing vulnerable was his sense of pride, breaking and rippling.

Not knowing that the child is mute, he quietly decides that he still doesn't feel like talking to those belonging to her family. It includes the girl, the male still bitter over the situation because he was petty. It's easy for him to be caught up and hold grudges against others, even those who weren't at fault. "Are children supposed to glow like that?" he can't help but ask in a soft grumble, irritably twitching an ear whilst he speaks to no one in particular. He draws his eyes away. Bakugou knows that there are plenty of strange powers and mutations that exist within this world, by now he should be used to the peculiar occurrences but he still finds himself questioning them time and time again. The ragdoll feels himself sigh before sitting along the beach, Suvi and Aphra still visible in his peripherals. He isn't watching them but he will likely notice or hear anything strange if it so happens to come up. Normally it is Bakugou who will shout at pirates for lounging around, not doing any work, but for once he can see why they might do it. It's easier to unwind the tension in his shoulders, the stiffness that sits on his back. The salty smell of the sea seems calmer when he's not moving or doing work.

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Ah that bird.  The dire wolf huffed quietly as he trotted over, having spotted his darling girl from the palm he'd been reading under. He'd been avoiding her feathered friend, having quickly learned of his michievous nature.  Still, Raziel looked at his pup with a fond smile, knowing the bird was already displaying signs of a loyal friend.

"Fiachra," the faerie announced, flicking an ear.  It'd taken some effort to learn her chosen name for the raven, but Raziel was nothing if not patient and determined.  "Good to see him up and about, a leanbh."

To Bakugou he smiled with some amusement.  Truthfully... He didn't know why Suvi glowed but she did, and he'd noticed quickly the color oft meant something.  "She's always done that..." His shoulders rolled back in a lose shrug.  Her golden fur, illuminating yellow... She was happy, and for that he beamed as well.

"Makes communication a lot easier," he added in soft voice.  "I always know how she's feeling at least." That's the reason, he thinks, that her body glows... "That, and children are supposed to be the light of their parents' lives," he offered more brightly, chuckling.  His light, Suvi certainly was.

// Mobile post ++ translation
A leanbh = my child