"And leave them where, exactly?" Owen asks, his massive form somehow fitting into Lyre's cramped bedroom without bumping into everything. Bun clings to him like a koala, her tiny face buried in his neck. Her chubby fingers twist into the collar of his shirt, refusing to let go.
"With Grace, far from this territory. I already explained this." Lyre paces the tight space, which is about three steps long on the other side of the bed.
Outside the door, there's a shuffling of small feet and not-so-hushed whispers.
"It's not fair," Sara whines. "Owen just got here and she's hogging him."
"Is she gonna turn him into a toad again?" Jer's voice rises with curiosity.
"Shut up," Ron hisses. "Get back to the living room and just wait patiently."
I focus back on the conversation in front of me.
"What are we even looking for?" Owen asks, patting Bun's back. "The notification was vague at best."
