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Oh, he thought at the frankly anticlimactic explanation, when it hit him: since when did his mom travel? Caracal wanted to demand more of an explanation, yet he didn't want to offend Bridget by seeming skeptical. He opened his mouth, then shut it, deciding it didn't really matter much. He would rather have Bridget's favor than more details.

"Sure," he said easily when Bridget asked him to pass along her regards. Caracal sensed it was about time to go—and he really should get back to check on the wolf in question—but he hesitated. He liked being here with Bridget for more than just the assistance she could provide. But he also didn't know how to articulate or express that, in part because he also didn't quite understand it.

"Well... guess I should get back, 'specially if my mom needs company," the young boy said with a little gleam in his eye. "Thanks again, Bridget!" He really did feel a lot better for his visit and his beaming smile said it all.