Brennyn stop writing and looks up at him "Just wanted to rest somewhere nice. . ." she'd shrug before glancing down at her book and moving her arm to cover her writing. "I'm allowed here, right?" she'd say before coughing into her arm. "My throat hurts so much from breathing all this yucky stuff falling from the sky."
Brennyn looks up from her satchel and smile "Salam. Could I just have some water?" Her attention would go back to her satchel as she'd pull out a book and quill and begin writing in it on the table.
*Brennyn, an unsupervised 10 year old Farfolk child, walks in setting her wooden toy short sword onto a nearby empty table. She removes her pirate mask and takes a seat letting out a small sigh while thumbing through her satchel looking for minas.*