Sylvester had never mentioned leaving his current residence. He didn't spend much time there anyway, as he had his own secluded spot under Bard's restaurant. So there was no reason for him to move, particularly since Xavia would feel lonely in the larger house.
Xavia rejoiced silently. "You're not leaving then?"
"Leave? Mother, I plan on breathing my last breath here," Sylvester declared. "Don't worry, and please convey my message to all the Bright Mothers. It's touching how concerned they are for me. Maybe I should organize a grand terrace barbecue again, with the excellent food from the Bards this time."
Aurora chirped quickly, "That's a splendid idea. We never properly celebrated your promotions. You might even be declared a Saint soon."
