"All jokes aside." Atia raised his hands, one still holding the bones of the fish. He really did obliterate it, swallowing most of it down like a hoover. "We need to clear your name, or the tribe will continue causing problems for you. You'll have more deaths on your hands."
"We can discuss that later," Yoa replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "It is not important right now." As Yoa spoke, he'd begun helping Nova nonchalantly, lifting the fish bones and scraping some of the meat away with that smooth stick. A small pile of meat was piling up on the bowl for Nova.
Yoa made sure to move aside some of the smaller bones he could see with his heightened eyesight. Nova won't be choking on her food ever again. Next time he touches her face, there will be nothing to interrupt them or for Nova to hurt herself with. She really was a fragile little thing.
