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“What can I do for you?”

“Peter needs antibiotics and flu medicine if you have any,”

“Yes, I have both, but what’s the antibiotics for?”

“Grandma cut her leg open, and we think it’s infected.”

“Geez, how did Lucy do that?” he asks, rummaging around in his drawers.

“In the garden” Peter tells him.

“How long ago?”

“Couple of weeks ago, it won’t heal, and the leg is turning black,” Peter says, and Victor drops the bottle in his hands looking at me. Yeah, that wasn’t a good sign.

“Peter, if the infection got that bad, antibiotics may not even help her,” Victor tells him gently.

“But she will be alright though?” Peter asks and Victor looks at me.

“I’m sure she will be fine,” he says, though it was obvious he thought it was going to kill the old woman.

Peter takes the medicine, oblivious to what Victor was trying to tell him. I didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise. “Can you check on my son and Elora later please?” I ask

“He has been born? I thought I heard the sound of a baby crying, how exciting. Of course, I will head up straight away.”

“Thank you,” I tell him.

“You know I watched that girl grow up, I was neighbours with her grandmother, loved that woman, stubborn though. I guess that’s where Elora gets that strong will of hers from. I can’t believe I lived long enough to see her have her own child.” Victor beams, unable to hide his excitement. I smile, his excitement is contagious.

When Peter tries to walk back toward the castle, I grab his shoulder.

“Ah ah, nope I will walk,” he says.

“Here hold these,” I tell him as I start stripping off my clothes. Peter looks anywhere but at me.

“What, I can’t walk up to your house naked?”

“I don’t think mom would mind but you might give my grandmother a heart attack,” he says, laughing.

I shift and Peter covers his ears, not liking the sound before turning around to look, taking a slight step back.

“Nope I am good,” he says, making me laugh, my chest rumbling. I step forward towards him and he bolts.

“Hell no,” he says, his little legs taking off through the field while I chase him, scooping him up, he squeals like a little girl high pitched making me laugh as I clutch him in my talon.

“Chicken,” I tell him.

“Wait how did you do that?” he asks when my voice flits through his head as I climb higher.

“Mind control, I could probably make you quack like a duck if I wanted,” I tell him. I could feel his entire body shaking in my claws where I have him caged.

“Wow that’s so high,” he says, his voice trembling.

“Don’t you drop me, I may just soil myself,” he says, my chest rumbling with laughter.

“The green roof,” he says pointing below as we fly over the city.

I find somewhere to land, plopping him on the grass in the park I saw before landing. I shift back, startling a few people as they avert their gaze.