Lost Creek Hollow Kitsch

One.

His ears perked. Perhaps it was Athalia or Amalia- the most likely to wander. "What is her name? And how does she look?" He pressed. Not that he knew exactly where Mira was, anyway- but a promise was a promise. He would look out for her girls, if he could find them. 

Her threat glanced off his shoulders, and he merely flicked an ear as he might at a fly. "I have no one else to be." He said with a light shrug. His gaze lifted for a moment, so she might see the steadfast, earnest glint in his eyes, before he lowered them again.