[She slows as she approaches, trying to figure out who he is. He's clearly a chosen child like she is, but she doesn't think they've spoken (heh) before. At least the digimon has stopped running (oozing?) away.
Nill smiles, and gestures with an elbow behind her to the little herd that Renamon is still directing. Really, as long as the digimon get to safety, it doesn't matter who gets them there. She gives the unfamiliar young man a hopeful look. Perhaps he'll help?]
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Nill smiles, and gestures with an elbow behind her to the little herd that Renamon is still directing. Really, as long as the digimon get to safety, it doesn't matter who gets them there. She gives the unfamiliar young man a hopeful look. Perhaps he'll help?]