“And…and…and…”

“And?” The boy patiently endured the scoldings of the girl. It was hard to be annoyed with her, when she was such a devoted little thing.

“And…I’m tired,” Caoimhe announced, and a small yawn escaped. She had finally wound down after all of her adventures.

“I expect ye are, Pup,” the Sennachie agreed. “So am I. Let’s go home. There’s our beloved Brighid Bright Arrow, over there. She’ll help us get home, I know. Right, Pup? Pup?” He looked down and had to smile, for the wee lass was fast asleep in his arms.