Ten, and Meira. So, that was her name before she was torn apart and remade.

...Ten. Oh Christ, she really was a child. The reminder of Raphael felt like a stone dropping in his gut. She might be a Hellhound, but Meira couldn't be left without a caretaker. It wasn't right.

Devin gave a tiny, not-quite-hysterical laugh, and then a slight bow. "Nice to meet you, Meira. And Devin is fine, really. I'm not much for formalities." He paused and glanced around his apartment, wondering if he was even remotely prepared for the responsibility that Anani had just dropped in his lap. Though, to be honest, he would probably do it even without the cat's machinations.

"It's quite early," Devin continued, running through the list of things needed to take care of children. "Have you had breakfast yet?"