[The glow flickers and dies off as Yotsuba runs from her, and she watches the little girl with a fond expression, crouching down in front of her to look at the shell she found.

Though she'd never seen herself taking charge of a human child, she's found Yotsuba to be far easier to take care of than a troll youngster. Less biting, for one.]

That is very pretty, little one. Perhaps, if you find enough, we might make jewellery with them. What do you think?