At least Pretzel wasn’t intending to go anywhere. He’d found who he’d been looking for, after all. Now he was going to stick by her patiently until he knew she was going to be safe, which was why he was pleased to see his father had followed him out. If Llewellyn would get a move on and get them back to their cozy, warm home, that would be great.
Llewellyn, though, was busy making sure the coat was secure over her shoulders as he knelt on the cobblestones. The detective continued to squint in the evening shadows as he looked for any sign that there was something wrong (other than her being cold and drenched by the storm). The way she was clinging to Pretzel made things a tad awkward, even if the dog was still on the smaller side, he had to wrap the coat around her and the hound in order to make sure she was as covered up as he could manage.
That, in turn, made the next step a little more awkward. Llewellyn needed to get her inside out of this, but it didn’t look like she could move an inch further. The fact that she’d made it all this way was surprising to begin with… Pretzel seemed content to let her cling to him, so Llewellyn had to very carefully scoop both of them up with a slight wobble before he was sure they were both secure in his arms.
“There now, just hang on. We’ll have you in and out of this storm in no time.” He commented in as reassuring a tone as he could manage as he turned back in the direction of the house and began hurrying up the street. His mind was racing all the while, wanting answers to questions he didn’t really have the luxury of asking right now. Those could wait till later once she was inside and warm.
For the moment, he found himself glad that the catch to the gate had broken in the wind and was still swinging lightly. Easy to pass through, easier than the doorknob was going to be. With an awkward little lean as he made it to the doorway, he caught the knob without putting the girl down. It took a couple of tries, but once he got it to turn, he pushed the door open and swept them inside, shutting the door behind him with his foot.
The faint light of the lamps cast a warm and cozy glow as he finally put her down in the entrance hall. Llewellyn absentmindedly mused that three of them probably looked a sight, like a trio of half-drowned rats, probably. Water pooled on the floor around them as he finally lifted his hat from her head to get a better look, ignoring the water dripping from his hair into his eyes. “You alright, Luna? Are you hurt, or just soaked and cold?”
He’d need to take care of that too, but first he needed to get a better idea of if he’d missed anything more serious.
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Llewellyn, though, was busy making sure the coat was secure over her shoulders as he knelt on the cobblestones. The detective continued to squint in the evening shadows as he looked for any sign that there was something wrong (other than her being cold and drenched by the storm). The way she was clinging to Pretzel made things a tad awkward, even if the dog was still on the smaller side, he had to wrap the coat around her and the hound in order to make sure she was as covered up as he could manage.
That, in turn, made the next step a little more awkward. Llewellyn needed to get her inside out of this, but it didn’t look like she could move an inch further. The fact that she’d made it all this way was surprising to begin with… Pretzel seemed content to let her cling to him, so Llewellyn had to very carefully scoop both of them up with a slight wobble before he was sure they were both secure in his arms.
“There now, just hang on. We’ll have you in and out of this storm in no time.” He commented in as reassuring a tone as he could manage as he turned back in the direction of the house and began hurrying up the street. His mind was racing all the while, wanting answers to questions he didn’t really have the luxury of asking right now. Those could wait till later once she was inside and warm.
For the moment, he found himself glad that the catch to the gate had broken in the wind and was still swinging lightly. Easy to pass through, easier than the doorknob was going to be. With an awkward little lean as he made it to the doorway, he caught the knob without putting the girl down. It took a couple of tries, but once he got it to turn, he pushed the door open and swept them inside, shutting the door behind him with his foot.
The faint light of the lamps cast a warm and cozy glow as he finally put her down in the entrance hall. Llewellyn absentmindedly mused that three of them probably looked a sight, like a trio of half-drowned rats, probably. Water pooled on the floor around them as he finally lifted his hat from her head to get a better look, ignoring the water dripping from his hair into his eyes. “You alright, Luna? Are you hurt, or just soaked and cold?”
He’d need to take care of that too, but first he needed to get a better idea of if he’d missed anything more serious.