Bella's gave no verbal response initially, only giving him an odd, one-raised brow, half-smirking expression when he patted her head. She was not a child, nor was she Dymphna (or at least she hoped he hadn't mistaken her for the mooncalf, she thought amusingly). The only magical zoo Bella knew of was the Podmore Zoological Gardens, and she was fairly sure there'd been a magizoolgist healer — Miss Walsh, wasn't it? — there. She didn't know if there were any other mooncalves, though; she'd only visited the bird room.

"Are there others of her sort there? What if they're not nice to Dymphna?" she asked, her tone laced with concern. Usually she wouldn't have been so overly sentimental; however, she'd never been around animals long enough to get attached to them, bar the stray dogs that used to wander the streets when she was a child.