A bit of bustling from deeper within the house could be heard, likely caused by Stitch and the other two children. Trish paused, glancing back at the closed doorway that led to them, clapping her tiny hands over her mouth for the moment. Waiting and listening, no one ever came, and the girl eventually turned back to Malia, speaking in even lower whispers. Now Trish began to play with her hair, one small finger twirling one of her many, many blonde curls. Looking up at Malia still, that adoring look still on her face, she plunged onwards in her eagerness to please the Nuit with her pool of knowledge. "I dunno, really. He just asked Trish once if Trish would like to see Stitch live forever. Trish didn't really answer, and he smiled, and told Trish he had found a way." Trish paused, looking a bit confused. "But wait just a second! If Knew Its can't die, how did Stitch's boss die?" Trish quickly moved on though, only being able to keep one thing in her head for a short moment, and cocked her head at Malia's next question. Eying the Nuit girl, and pausing, she glanced at the floor. She shuffled her feet a bit before answering, then looking up at Malia with a bit of a sad look to her eye. "It would be wonderful to live forever, Trish thinks. But then, all of Trish's friends would die, and leave Trish all alone."
She paused again, and reached forward suddenly, grabbing Malia's hand and holding onto it tightly. "Trish is Malia's friend. And so is Stitch, and Damien, and Fentya. Don't be lonely." Trish paused, her lower lip trembling for a moment. "Trish thinks that if Trish lived forever, she would end up lonely. Don't be lonely."
The sounds of the returning Stitch caused Trish to suddenly yank Malia back to the middle of the room, back where they had began. Wiping a tear that had started to creep up in the corner of her eye, Trish smiled happily up at Malia and answered her earlier question, right as Stitch walked into the room. "Trish doesn't know her mommy's name, no. But Trish dreams about her every so often, and she looks just like you, Malia." A warm smile burst upon Stitch's face, and he came up behind Trish, scooping her up in his strong arms, spurring a frenzy of giggles from the young girl as she flung her hands around Stitch. The blind man paused for a moment as he did, a faint frown crossing over his face as he tilted his head at Trish, as if able to sense the sadness. He had, just a faint bit of it, and he wondered what it could be. Disregarding it quickly though, he hugged the little girl tight, rocking her back and forth. He tilted his head at Malia next, beaming at her. "This one didn't think about it before, but yes, you do look like what Trish has told this one about her mommy. How wonderful!" He did seem a little bit touched, and his voice easily reflected that.
Damien and Fentya soon came trotting to the room, and both quickly headed over to Malia, and just as quickly began to bombard her with their collective knowledge. They did so as if they had been gently prodded to by Stitch, but they would be quite quick to warm up to the Nuit. They both had good manners when pressed to, and were naturally friendly children, and naturally accepting, just as most children were. Stitch let Trish out of his arms and allowed her to run to Malia as well, giving Malia a smile and a wink as he turned, allowing her some private time with the children. As he left the room, he took one more moment to angle his head back to the group, and give them a quick, focused scan.
Two veins bulged in his forehead, one from each blind, covered eye, and he quickly assessed the emotions in the room. Happiness, satisfaction, curiosity, friendliness, acceptance. Everything that the room should be filled with right now. He was completely settled, and happy with the idea of now having Malia as a hopefully permanent member of his family. The smile on his face continuing to glow brightly with warmth, he nodded to himself, turning and leaving the room.