He smiles and straightens back up, holding onto her hand. She feels a little chilly. "Are you cold?" he says. "Let's, um, let's find you some blankets."

Not exactly a tall order. Right over there, by this room's fireplace, there's a roomy armchair with several blankets draped over it. Castor's not much for getting so close and personal as others he's seen so far, but he's not about to leave a little girl cold and alone. She'd probably like the contact, wouldn't she? He can do this.

He leads her over to the chair, glancing down at her. "Is this okay?"