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You have a weird thought. You're carrying Setrus, and while she might hurt you, she wouldn't hurt him.

So you carefully lift his arm, and attempt to pat her on the head with it.

She seems confused more than anything. But confused isn't angry, so that's a starting point. You use the pause to drag him away and put him on the couch.

After a little while, Nocta calms down, and returns to a less frightening size. Then she walks over to Setrus and curls up next to his unconscious body.

You've made a real mess for this old woman now. And it's probably not safe for her if Setrus wakes up. So you pick up the poor soul and carry her outside, shutting the door behind you.

Mortimer soon runs up. He stares at the unconscious woman in your arms.

"I'm not sure that was the best way to handle things," he says.

"I know, it's a disaster. I was just trying to get his pet out of the way."

"Was that all?" Mortimer groans. "She knows me. I could have played with her a bit if you'd just made that clear. But it's a bit late for that now, I suppose."

"Not much for it but to fix this as best we can," you sigh. "The old woman's fainted, so she probably just needs to be woken up, but I want to get her someplace safe. And I guess I'm not entirely sure what to do about our other, ah, patient."

"He'll be out for at least six hours, and Nocta won't be going anywhere without his orders." Mortimer says. "So we can take our time on figuring that part out." He looks at the woman again. "As for her... I know where her child lives, and it's right near where I was headed next. Seems that would be a good place to drop her off."

"As long as it's not too far," you grumble.

"No, only a block or so."

That sounds good to you.

"All right. So where are we headed, then?"