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It took Finley longer than she would ever admit to realize that Peter wasn't with her. When she paused and looked around, she spotted him a couple yards behind. Chiding herself inwardly, she walked back and prodded him gently with her nose. "You're a sleepy boy, huh..." she murmured, then smiled. Maybe a walk wasn't in the cards for today, and so she sighed, thanked god that he was still small enough to be carried, and scooped him up by the nape of his neck to take him back home to his parents who were far better suited to entertain him than she'd ever been.