"Has anyone seen my mother?" Ellie's voice was audible down the hallway as Rathus trudged into the manor half frozen and sorer than he'd felt in years.
On his back Fifi--who had refused to leave his side since he picked her up the previous day for anything other than reluctant potty breaks---was snuggled up in a make-shift sling, purring happily as she napped. He still wasn't quite sure what to do about the kid. Nobody had stepped forward to claim her, nor where there any offers to care for her. After his own experience, Rathus was reluctant to send her to an orphanage though, so he was thinking of offering to take her in if nobody else would. She was begining to grow on him.
"Didn't she leave last night?" Trixie wondered irritably.
"Yeah, she was offering fairwells and everything," Maxwell yawned. "Did she somehow miss you?"
"Oh no, she told me," Ellie sighed.
"Then why look for her?" Trixie wondered.
