Two small prepubescent boys entered the room, thankfully just after I had shoved everything back into my space and wrapped the robe tightly around me.
They each carried a pile of material almost as tall as them. Both of them fumbled to place them on the ottoman at the bottom of the bed.
"Thank you," I smiled, making both boys white as a sheet as they huddled together confused awaiting commands.
So different from the rowdy wild children I was used to at the camp.
"How old are you guys?" I asked, feeling awkward under their curious yet fearful gaze.
"Seventeen miss," surprisingly the smaller one of the two spoke up, thankfully understanding my English.
They were both the size of most eleven or twelve-year-olds on Earth.
"But you look so young..." I mused out loud.
