"Good," he murmured, half to himself. Now she wasn't scared, and that was important to him. Saoirse was always a brave little girl, and seeing her so ready to take on the world gave him a feeling of the familiar, a warmth that settled in his chest, reassuring.

He hesitated, tongue between his teeth. Rightfully, if he were being a good, responsible adult, Magnus would bring her to the children's home, so that she had a place to stay. But Magnus was far from responsible, sometimes far from good. Memories of how Saoirse had fared the first time in the home made him loath to return her there, and hadn't Baz just mentioned wanting to build an orphanage?

"Are you hungry, little bit?" he asked as he fetched his phone from his pocket. He didn't rightly trust the combination of magic and technology all that much. Rather, he didn't trust predictive text at all. "Do you want to come home with me? You can play with my cats, if you like. I have three now."

He punched out a quick message to Baz.