[ The dropped wood prompts a rather indignant squawk from Mog that might have more to do with Hilda stopping her pursuit of giving him all the scratches and the lizards go scattering back into their hiding places.

Hilda at least has the grace to look embarrassed and she winces. ]

We know! But we couldn't just leave it hopping around the rooftops of Cadens. It couldn't fly - how was it going to feed itself?

[ It must have popped through the rifts before it had the chance to properly learn from its mother. ]

It's a good thing we moved into the loft when we did. The balcony is pretty big for it now so it's a temporary solution. And there's plenty of sunlight out there.