She was very pleased with Uncle Evander's decision to take her to the zoo, not because she had particularly longed to visit it, but rather because it meant he did care. She reasoned that he'd already shown he cared by taking her in when she had nowhere else to go, and it really ought to be enough for her, but she still appreciated that he was thinking of her. She took full advantage of the chance to act her age in a small crowd of other children acting their age, and had spent the last hour pulling her uncle frome exhibit to exhibit.

She spent a few minutes at each animal with her sketchbook in hand as she tried to capture its likeness. She was not very good, but she supposed she was better than some girls her age, and, she'd decided, there was no obligation to draw a creature she knew she could not. She did enjoy the drawing she could complete, and made sure to show Uncle Evander each one.

"I do enjoy my studies," she said with a smile. "I'm very fond of history, but it could do to be less gloomy. We covered the Americas and the witch hunt last week," she said, almost solemnly, but she could not spend too much time pondering on the countless number of innocent deaths with the sight of the diricrawl exhibit up ahead.

"That way," she said decisively, and gave a small tug on his hand.

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