Rattleskin Redoubt april is the cruellest month

He nodded solemnly. At least there was potential for her. He knew his mother was gone, for good. No body. . .but he knew it in his soul.

Yeah, Caligula replied. Agrippa and friends. Looking for a home.

And it was his responsibility to find one. 

Caligula took a delicate step along a tightrope and posited: Come find me after? 

His golden stare was blank, guileless. Not expectant, but not invulnerable.