Once Llewellyn was sure Luna would be alright, he disappeared upstairs to get dried off and changed himself. Wincing slightly at the soaked state of everything as he tossed things in a basket they used for laundry. He’d have to see about taking care of that later, he supposed… But for now he needed to get changed and get back to tending to the surprise guest… He was still rather worried about the state he’d found her in, and that she was out so late alone.
At some point, he knew he’d have to call the orphanage to let them know he’d found her, but he was a little miffed at them for not keeping an eye on those in their care. She could have been hurt out in this, after all. But for now, he let the matter lie. It wasn’t like he was going to take her back out in that mess to return her to that place… That would be both cruel and foolish, and he didn’t have the heart for that. Maybe he was soft, but… he didn’t care. Children should be cared for, and kept safe, and too often they weren’t in his experience.
Meanwhile, when Luna opened the door, it didn’t take long for Pretzel to poke his head in and rest it on the floor while he waited for her to finish. After all, the hound had decided he was her good little guard and he would make sure she was alright after all that storm. He let out a little whine to say hello, tongue flicking out lightly for a moment before he settled for watching her braid her hair.
It wasn’t until she moved to leave the bathroom that the hound got up and moved to trot at her side as she explored, tail wagging lightly, as he gave her a ‘tour’ of the place. The door that had been opened to the bathroom at the time led to the small sitting room for entertaining guests, that had a nice big fireplace and a plush looking red sofa. It was cozy, even if it clearly wasn’t quite finished yet, between needing furniture and some more decoration. Much of the house was the same, though, as they’d just moved in that month.
The dining room had a table and chairs, the guest room had no furniture as yet due to them trying to decide what to do with it… The kitchen, of course, was fully furnished with clean counters and an old-fashioned stove, ice box and sink. The counters clean aside from a few morning necessities like a kettle and teapot. It still needed a coat of paint, but it was clearly kept tidy for use.
Upstairs was a mystery unless she went up, but Llewellyn wasn’t long in descending from the second floor. “Luna?” He called out gently, adjusting the collar of his shirt as he looked to see where the girl had gotten to. He didn’t expect her to still be in the bathroom, and hoped to find her comfortable on the sofa or something. He had a few blankets tucked under his arm that she could use to curl up in if she wanted to. At least after he got her something to eat and had another word with her about the evening if she was willing to talk.
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At some point, he knew he’d have to call the orphanage to let them know he’d found her, but he was a little miffed at them for not keeping an eye on those in their care. She could have been hurt out in this, after all. But for now, he let the matter lie. It wasn’t like he was going to take her back out in that mess to return her to that place… That would be both cruel and foolish, and he didn’t have the heart for that. Maybe he was soft, but… he didn’t care. Children should be cared for, and kept safe, and too often they weren’t in his experience.
Meanwhile, when Luna opened the door, it didn’t take long for Pretzel to poke his head in and rest it on the floor while he waited for her to finish. After all, the hound had decided he was her good little guard and he would make sure she was alright after all that storm. He let out a little whine to say hello, tongue flicking out lightly for a moment before he settled for watching her braid her hair.
It wasn’t until she moved to leave the bathroom that the hound got up and moved to trot at her side as she explored, tail wagging lightly, as he gave her a ‘tour’ of the place. The door that had been opened to the bathroom at the time led to the small sitting room for entertaining guests, that had a nice big fireplace and a plush looking red sofa. It was cozy, even if it clearly wasn’t quite finished yet, between needing furniture and some more decoration. Much of the house was the same, though, as they’d just moved in that month.
The dining room had a table and chairs, the guest room had no furniture as yet due to them trying to decide what to do with it… The kitchen, of course, was fully furnished with clean counters and an old-fashioned stove, ice box and sink. The counters clean aside from a few morning necessities like a kettle and teapot. It still needed a coat of paint, but it was clearly kept tidy for use.
Upstairs was a mystery unless she went up, but Llewellyn wasn’t long in descending from the second floor. “Luna?” He called out gently, adjusting the collar of his shirt as he looked to see where the girl had gotten to. He didn’t expect her to still be in the bathroom, and hoped to find her comfortable on the sofa or something. He had a few blankets tucked under his arm that she could use to curl up in if she wanted to. At least after he got her something to eat and had another word with her about the evening if she was willing to talk.