...Oh dear. Devin instantly knew that something was deeply awry if Valdis didn't recognize Anani as hers. And more concerning still, she didn't sound like Valdis. She sounded like a child in his head.

"He's not mine," Devin began carefully, shutting the door behind them. Luthien rubbed up against the Hound's legs, trilling like she was asking a question. How careful would he have to be with this? "Anani has a mind of his own; he goes where he wants. That's here today, apparently." Beat. "Are you alright?"