Quirking her head to the side at the mannerisms of the hedgehog, Sloane scooped him up easily, noticing the faint paw prints he left on her hand. "Was that you writing letters?" She joked, entirely kidding. Sloane assumed the little guy had wound up here by mistake and gotten spooked by the owls. That would make sense anyway. Otherwise she had no idea how he would have even gotten up here!

Waving the parchment at him that she still held in her other hand, she mused aloud, "A little hedgehog love letter?" Now that thought was highly amusing. "If hedgehogs did write letters what would they write about? She placed her new companion on her shoulder, a favorite haunt of Barnabas' and tucked the parchment into her pocket absentmindedly. Her errand was accomplished and though she was still a little uneasy about it, there wasn't anything to be done about it now but everything fall where it may.