“Well, if Rukhar’s going back, at least I’ll have someone to help me take care of Mr. Fluffypuff here.” The little boy smiles for the first time, and I feel my heart squeeze. Poor, serious little Rukhar. “What about me?” Harrec protests. “I can help.” “Oh, baby,” Kate says in a patient voice. “You’ll be doing good not to trip over your own two feet.”
