Galli makes her escape and is only a little bit sorry that Guts doesn't come with her to trade who gets to pour a bucket on who. She will, unfortunately, dwell on that image for much longer than she'd prefer.

"I hope you like training, it feels good to move your body and be strong sometimes. Um, 'you' as in 'anyone'. But..." Hesri considers seriously, idly ruffling the hair of a toddler who hugs her waist. She's not keeping her bad side as sharply turned away, by this point, so her expression seems uglier than her eyes or voice suggest. "Some of it is that it's just good to do things with people who don't want to kill you. I, hah, I know what a difference that makes! And sometimes feelings kindle from one person to the next."

She turns her head to track a scuffle - as someone with an interest in child-minding there are several demands for her attention - and doesn't feel the need to intervene yet, but is half distracted anyway as she muses. "You know, if you put one stick in the fire it burns up all at once. Bundled together they last longer and are brighter. We're all ash in the end, but... mm, I need to work on that one."