#10 tilts his head a little, but his thoughts and memories are too complicated for him to exactly express... Instead of trying, he picks at the string, somewhat boredly.
Tsukiba glances up into the trees briefly, but doesn't overtly express any other interest in its occupant. He reaches down to pick up #8, who leans happily against him. She seems very -- almost unnaturally -- attatched to the adult. She isn't aware of Rogue Dragon's presence, which is probably for the better, as she'd take him for a scary human.
Tsukiba pets her hair softly. This little one will come around, in time...