Elena looked through the glass to where the little girl slept, her hand wrapped around a plush toy someone had dropped off from pediatrics. “She’s stable,” Elena said quietly. “Still asleep, but safe. It’s not going to be easy taking him away. He’s been glued here since he brought her in.”
Animal Control clipped a wide harness around Valorian’s chest, gently, like dressing royalty. He snarled, his gaze drifting toward the ICU bay. Elena stepped forward, resting a hand on his massive shoulder. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “You did your job. Show them where and then come back.” The growl settled into a whine.