Ronan tugged at her again, and her screeching got a bit louder and demanding. Why did everything have to be a fight with her? Alina knew how her mother felt about her sleeping outside. It was dangerous for reasons perhaps Ronan hadn't made clear enough. Her eyes pleaded as she tugged. Even if it was the rooftop, being so out in the open made her vulnerable.

Frustrated and tired her mother looked rather comical as she began waving her arms, and lecturing her in monkey speak, her hand gestures exaggerated, but not very detailed like the cherades previously. "Ooo ah ah ee oo ee oo, ah ah ah ah ee oo! Ah ee oo oo ah ee ee ee oo!" With a very strong gesture pointing down once she was done.