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There was a response—and then inhale of breath before an onslaught of words and questions.

He blinked—gaze roving over the youth—a girl, he thought? He assumed it was the rain that was making it hard to determine—but it mattered little. With Emberwood housing the gilded dancer and her followers due to the dangers they had recently encountered, he found it surprising that this one had gotten so far without anyone knowing.

“Is your mom Reverie?” He was pretty sure he knew—but he also wasn’t about to deliver a pup to the doorstep of someone without confirmation.

Cue a reveal of just how wet it was, in case he hadn’t noticed—and then a sneeze.

His lips pursed—he’d have to get the kid out of the rain and soon. “Let’s get you home, yeah? Your mama won't want you to get sick.”