"Okay, okay, come on everyone, let's not be rude," the burned girl says as she takes pity and wades in, leaning down and putting her crabbed hands on little shoulders. The less bold of the small children cling to her long skirts or hide behind her. "Who can tell me the rule? No touching, Noooo tooouching... that's right, no touching when someone says no. It makes people feel bad. I saw that!" she adds sharply, because while a number of the littles recalled what manners were and recited the rule as they fell back a bit, a mischievous finger did just poke Guts.

The girls who aren't fascinated by the sight of him are dispersing back to smaller games. Hesri recruits some of those to divert at least some of the littles, who're happy to be called on and played with. When the under four feet crowd is thinner Hesri, still turning her head so her bad side is mostly concealed, asks "Do you want to try again? She's had enough, I think."

Galli has moved, but mainly to smear mud on her face in an attempt to cool it. Being left alone seems to be helping. She's pulled her knees up, which is an important step in the process of getting up. A few of the little kids are circled around her instead.