SO PUT YOUR HANDS UP;; open - returning Oleander

While his brow was furrowed at Oleander’s response, the lack of self awareness, if that was the word he wished to go with, drilled into his brain that she didn’t know any better, and someone was going to have to tell her what the problem at hand was. Not here, maybe, but soon. So it didn’t happen again. Angel rubbed his temple, attempting to lightly smack his paw over the top of Oleander’s head. There was the feeling of relief he still could not shake, but he still was not pleased at the Typhoon being at his borders. His home. ”That’s very kind of them.” He grumbled, but wouldn’t say much else on the topic of lone npcs helping a child, he would have probably done the same. No use in letting her wander aimlessly.

[i]your little hands of paradise, give them here and hang on tight

— Reggan