[The cracked rib took a lot out of Youth. If he was upright it was easier, but when his weight was on his arms, that used muscles he didn't want to right now.]

Almost good enough. But not. [Youth shook his head.] He cannot move that fast. Even if I was to look away it is not likely that he would leave.

[His knuckles rested on Bell's leg while he rubbed his turtle's chin. Then he looked up from the turtle at Bell. That statement, he could read.] I am not a 'bad boy' and I do not need a leash.