She didn't seem to want to settle anywhere. If this was a decent prediction of what she would be like going forward, Meira was going to be a handful. Not an unpleasant one, just much more than he was accustomed to. If he could take down a nest of vampires he really ought to be able to handle this, right? The nudge was surprising but not unwelcome; he and Valdis were hardly ones to express physical affection.

"Sometimes big places and big changes can be frightening, but it's good to hear it's not for you," Devin replied, glancing down at her and considering the wisdom of patting her between the ears. He turned the stove off while the eggs finished and pulled the toast out to butter it. "When I was your age, I don't think I'd have been nearly so cheerful." He smiled mirthlessly to himself. "But I'm not an especially cheerful person by default, so there is that."

Once the toast was ready, he tipped the eggs out of the pan and into the bowls, laying the toast across the edge. He carried the bowls out of the kitchen and, after a moment's thought, went to the couch. A low coffee table stood in front of it, of a height that Meira ought to be able to eat from the bowl comfortably. She might look like a Hound but she didn't have to eat off the floor. "Here. It's nothing fancy but it'll do."