The poor thing had nearly gotten run over? Sera frowned at it. They ought to dry it off with more than just a scarf before they started looking for its mother, but then the thing wiggled out of the man's hands, fell in the mud and sent some splattering onto Sera's shoes, and sprinted away and towards Padmore Park. Sera wasn't sure whether to giggle or to feel bad for the thing, but sympathy won over as she saw how wet it was.

"We have to help him," Sera said — half to herself, as the man had already started off after it. She folded her parasol — she couldn't run well with it in hand, and this adventure was more interesting to her than staying dry — and began trotting after the kitten, into the park, following the beleaguered young man.

The dark-colored kitten skittered under a shrub. Sera caught up to the man and crouched next to the bush — a difficult feat, in the shoes she was wearing. Her dress was rapidly getting soaked. "Do you have any meats?" she asked, looking at the man. "To tempt the poor thing out?"

Sera didn't have any meat on her, because that was weird, but maybe this was a weird man. One could never really tell.