Take remained undisturbed as he created his mud angels, eventually noticing that Blair hadn’t joined him at the bottom. He heard a female voice that obviously didn’t belong to her and sat himself up, painting lines under his three eyes with mud. War paint. “Hey who’s up there with you Blair?” he called up the hill, trying to recognize the voice. Hold up, I think its that girl from earlier. He went ahead and stepped out of the small murky pool, his entire posterior lathered in mud. He mostly resembled a two sided sponge.“Yeah!” she called back. She slid down to make it to them. ”It’s okay,” she said to the others, “they’re friends.”
“How about you guys? Everything okay?” She adjusted her grip on the small girl and murmured something comforting to her in Portsmoth.