Some of what she said was lost on him but he understood the genuine kindness behind it and the fact she was going to help. He couldn't help but giggle a little when he saw things get thrown around, taking a moment to peer under beds and covers and wonder, briefly, if something would peer back at him.

Obediently taking the clothing he set about dressing himself quickly, hopping on one leg while he pulled the pant leg of the other up. Then, once he was completely dressed, he followed after Ireland-- a bit like a lost puppy.

"Did you write the books?"