Kira's never been one to make a fuss, not even that first day when I'd found him at the fountain and he'd just barely avoided frostbite. I glance down to the papers, shifting them back into a neat stack, and then look back to the disenchanted kid on my porch steps.

"What is this?" I ask, because asking after his health would probably be pretty pointless. If I take this route, maybe by the end I can convince him to lay down inside and wait for Helen to get home.