A dense blanket of gray clouds had been covering the skies all day, signaling the end of the pleasant summer sun that week and ushering in a period of dismal rain. The clouds had become darker and more foreboding as Moffitt and Anah rode on Frostcloud through the countryside southwest of Cambridge. They paused by a creek when they spotted the jet-black form of Nightrunner across it.

"Have you seen anything, Jules?" Moffitt called.

"I haven't, but the gentleman who owns the apple orchard said he saw a husky run through the orchard about ten minutes ago!" Jules called back. "He said it looked like the dog was headed for the old church by the English walnut grove!"

"That's in my direction, then. I'll check it out. You keep on your path."

"Right."

"The old church by the English walnut grove," Anah said. "That place has been abandoned for almost a hundred years."

"Yes, and no one's attempted to restore it," Moffitt replied. He gave an anxious shiver. "I hope River hasn't actually gone inside. It's unstable and there are countless things he could injure himself on. I would know—Michael and I once went exploring there and he sliced his hand open on the broken edge of a pew."

"I half-expected you say that you were the one who sliced your hand open, dear."

"It does seem like the kind of thing that would happen to me, doesn't it? No, Michael was about as accident-prone as I am."

"Was he as illness-prone as you are, too? Everything you have told me gives me the impression that he would have been a much more cooperative patient than you."

"Not really. He had a few illnesses, but not to the extent I do. Michael tended to be very quiet while he was sick. I do remember it was a very serious flu that kept him from going overseas during the war. He was underweight, but he was part of Cambridge's Home Guard. That was really the most he could do."

"He must have been in rough shape, given that you were able to enlist."

"I barely passed. That, and… I had to run into you somehow. And everyone else."

Anah nodded. She stiffened right before the sky lit up with lightning. "The storm is still a little while away, but I would advise hurrying."

Moffitt prompted Frostcloud to gallop, dashing by the quiet cottages and farms that dotted the land. Cool rain began hitting his face, and he felt Anah slither into his jacket before he could reach behind and pull his hood up. The pattering sound of the rain against his hood was loud in his ears, but not loud enough to drown out the steady hoofbeats of the horse beneath him. Nor did it drown out the sound of a dog barking. The barking tinged with howling told Moffitt it belonged to a husky. "River!" he called.

The dog continued barking. Huskies often sounded like they were screaming regardless of their emotions, much like fennec foxes, and that combined with Moffitt's minimal experience with dogs made it difficult to tell if River was distressed or not. He spotted something white near the back of the old church, and angled Frostcloud toward it, slowing her from a gallop to a trot. The rain was coming down faster in bigger and more plentiful drops. Wind picked up sharply, and Moffitt felt Anah tighten her coils around his shoulders. "River!" Moffitt called again.

He finally saw the husky, barking at a red fox that was backed against the mossy stones of the church. "River! Stop! Come on, let's go home!"

The fox tried getting away, scampering close to Frostcloud. The horse panicked and reared up while neighing. "Whoa, whoa! Stop, Frostcloud, stop!" Moffitt shouted. He didn't want the mare accidentally stepping on the fox or River, but when it was clear she was more interested in getting away from a situation she perceived as threatening. When Moffitt felt himself start to fall, he let go of the horse's reins, not wanting to yank on the bit in her mouth. He struck the ground and quickly realized his right boot was still in the stirrup. The sound of the fox and River barking, along with the occasional roll of thunder, only made Frostcloud panic more. The extra weight on her right side wasn't helping, and thrashed to get Moffitt free. He gave a howl of pain when he felt his ankle twist awkwardly. The pain seared up and down his right leg, and he suddenly found himself being thrown into the memories of his capture by the Germans, when they planned to execute him.

The coolness of the rain was swapped for the hot, dry air of the desert. Moffitt could see, clear as day, the soldiers lined up with their rifles, ready to shoot him. He couldn't do anything aside from watch. The knowledge of his role in Dietrich's prophecy and faith in the rest of the Rats did nothing for his fear. His life was flashing before his eyes, and he was quietly praying, repenting for every sin he knew he committed, and for every one he didn't realize he committed. The tense silence was quickly replaced by the heavy banging of the Browning machine guns mounted on the backs of the jeeps when the Rats tried mounting a rescue.

It failed.

Moffitt's unsteadiness due to his injury led him to sustaining a minor concussion, and a concussion combined with a still poorly understood connection to snakes rendered the connection about as unstable as it was before he met Anah. There were voices and hissing and rushes of fearful adrenaline. There was no relief. No knowledge that Troy and the others were trying some other way to get him out. No knowledge meant no hope. No hope meant he was constantly fearing imminent death.

The memories of hopelessness and not being in control of anything persisted on a loop. With each loop, his heart beat faster. He was finding it difficult to breathe. He could faintly feel the coolness of the rain, but it wasn't enough to pull him out.

Eventually, he felt something damp but soft on his chest. The fear and anxiety slowly started melting away. Moffitt hugged River's head, trying to breathe more evenly. The sensation of rain falling on him gradually became more prominent. I'm home. I'm not in that camp anymore. I'm okay. He kept telling himself that, over and over, while continuing to hold the dog's head.

"Dear? Dear, are you okay?!" Anah called in a panicked tone.

Moffitt turned to see Anah slithering over to him. "I'll be alright. Where's the fox?"

"I chased it off," Anah said. "I am more worried about you—"

"I'm okay, Anah. Where's Frostcloud?"

"She is at the front of the church. I managed to calm her down. I am surprised you did not hear me. C-Can you stand?"

"I think my ankle's twisted. I can stand, but I need help, and I won't be able to ride Frostcloud back. It's too far to walk in this weather. I need you to do me a favor—take Frostcloud, find Jules, tell him I've got the dog, and then go home to tell Vanora. She can drive out here to pick me up."

"I have no idea where Jules is, dear! I do not want to leave you in this state! Not again!"

"Anah, it'll be fine. I'm not—"

"I am not leaving you like this!"

Moffitt motioned for River to get off so he could sit up. "Anah, come here." When the cobra was close enough, he picked her up and did his best to hug her. He put her head on his left shoulder, by his neck, and felt her wrap around his torso in a hug of her own. "Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise. I need you to do this. I'm cold and wet and the longer we sit here, the more likely it is that I'll catch a cold. Please. I know you couldn't help me when I was injured and the Germans were trying to execute me, but you can help me now. There's nothing stopping you except for you."

Anah's hug tightened, then she let go. "Alright. I will… I will go, and I will be back as quickly as possible."

"Thanks." Moffitt kissed the snake's head before putting her back on the ground.

Anah turned to slither over to Frostcloud, then paused to look at River. "You take good care of him, now."

River remained where he was, and put his head in Moffitt's lap, as if to say he wasn't going to let the lanky Englishman go anywhere.

Anah smiled at the husky before heading off.

Moffitt shifted in an attempt to get comfortable. His ankle wasn't in nearly as poor shape as he had been afraid of, but it still hurt to move. He contemplated getting up and limping down the road until he reached home, but River kept him seated. Moffitt sighed. "You know, a week ago, I'd be very upset about the fact that I'm stuck here with only a wet dog for company. You're definitely going to need a bath when we get home." He realized this was twice now he had said "home" without correcting himself to point out that River wasn't at his real home, and decided he wasn't going to bother. "Next time your family goes on vacation, you can stay with us."

River smiled up at him, nudging Moffitt's face with his snout.

"I never thought I'd say this to a dog, but… you're a good boy. You really are."

River's tail began wagging and he licked Moffitt's cheek.

"And it seems you've won over Anah. She wouldn't tell someone to take care of me unless she trusts them. You ought to be proud of yourself. In fact, you'll get a treat for this when we go home." Moffitt gave another sigh. "Goodness, what have I come to? I've gotten soft over the years. Well—" he pressed his chest and stomach, "I haven't literally gotten soft. Still skinny. Now, Troy is still physically fit, but he's gotten significantly softer than I have. You should see him with Anah, despite claiming that he still finds her very annoying. And don't forget that he was the one giving her advice about how to deal with you last week."

The rain was still pouring down, but Moffitt was glad he wasn't alone. Talking to River—even though the dog couldn't talk back—was keeping him from thinking too much about the weather, right up until he spotted the headlights of the Land Rover. "Oh, thank goodness."

River stayed close while Moffitt dragged himself over to the church wall to push himself upright. The vehicle stopped nearby, and Vanora didn't bother turning it off as she left the driver's seat. "Jack! Jack, are you alright?"

"Better than I was afraid of, darling!" Moffitt called back. He suppressed a wince when trying to put weight on his right ankle. "How are you?"

"How am I?! Scared sick, that's what!" Vanora took Moffitt's head to kiss him. "I'm glad nothing worse happened. Come on, let's get you warm and dry."

"River will need a bath first."

"I know, but you need to—"

"I'll bathe him and then get my own shower."

Vanora gave her husband a stunned expression. "You? Bathe a dog?"

"Yes, darling. He does need it. I'll be fine."

"You'll catch a cold if you stay like this for long!"

"Oh, what's one more cold? I've had, what, two already this year?"

"No, there was the one in February, and your allergies don't count, Dad," Jules said from inside the Land Rover.

"Honestly, it felt like a cold because your mother insisted on opening all the bloody windows when the pollen was at its worst."

"It was very nice out!" Vanora said. "Get an antihistamine so you can stop complaining. We go through this every spring, and still you insist on not doing anything about it."

"I don't insist. I forget."

Vanora sighed while helping Moffitt into the vehicle. "Jack?"

"Yes, darling?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

In spite of his twisted ankle, Moffitt continued to insist on getting River clean first when they all returned home. He had never bathed a dog before, but he imagined it wasn't that different to bathing a horse. Of course, it meant the bathtub had to be cleaned afterward, and Moffitt was given a quick shower of his own from River shaking, but it was worth it.

"You really care about him if you're so insistent about doing this," Vanora said, leaning against the bathroom doorway.

"Well, I don't want him stinking up the house, now, do I?" Moffitt asked.

"Yes, but Jules or I could've done this after you had gotten a bath of your own and were resting your ankle. The fact that you, despite your injury, demanded that you do this is telling me that you love this dog. Don't try to deny it—you have the same look on your face that Troy does when we're arguing with him about how much he loves Anah."

"I wasn't going to deny it."

"You looked like you were."

Moffitt rolled his eyes. "I'm nothing like Troy, darling. I'll admit that I greatly care for River, but I will not extend the same affection to any other dog." He looked at the sopping wet and soapy husky in the tub. "Right? You're special." He then turned on the showerhead to start rinsing River.

"He really is," Vanora said. "He melted your frozen, dog-hating heart. Honestly, I didn't think you ever would get over this."

"Like I said, darling, I am making an exception for River, but no other dog. Especially not that little red demon-thing in North Africa."

"Jack, you do realize that it's been twenty-four years since that encounter. That dog is most definitely in dog-heaven now."

"If there's a hell for dogs, maybe it went there. It was nobody's best friend that day." Moffitt turned off the showerhead. "Not like you, River. You've been surprisingly helpful. You were very naughty running off in pursuit of a wasp, and that resulted in me twisting my ankle—okay, maybe you are as bad as the dog in North Africa, but you don't smell. And you don't chase grenades. And you've been very nice to Anah. Yes, you are most certainly a good boy."

"Jack, are you feeling alright?" Vanora asked with a laugh. "Are you sure you didn't hit your head when you fell off your horse?"

"I am positive, darling."

"Alright, if you insist." Vanora tousled Moffitt's hair. "Are you going to need help for your own shower, love?"

Moffitt grinned and blushed. "Oh, I might."

Vanora smirked. "That means I have to decide if you've been good. You were a bit of a pain with the fact that we were going to be looking after a dog."

"Yes, I was, but that's changed now."

"It has. I'll give you that." Vanora folded her arms over her chest. "How badly are you going to need help?"

Moffitt tilted his head and gave her a sad and pained expression. "I can hardly stand and it hurts quite horribly."

Vanora bit her lip. "Hmm… you know, you can lean against the wall to get your trousers off."

"Oh, darling, but your touch makes everything—"

River decided that he wasn't interested in listening to this conversation anymore and shook himself, sending water all over Moffitt and Vanora.

"That wasn't nice, River," Vanora sighed.

"Completely unwarranted." Moffitt took a towel to dry his face. "Bloody hell."

The rest of River's bath and drying went smoothly, and the husky sat still for a good brushing, even looking like he was about to fall asleep in the middle. Moffitt was surprised at how relaxing the process was for him as well. "There, now you're softer, and perfectly clean," he said. "Alright. Go lie down. You've had a long day. My turn for a bath."

Despite her joking earlier, Vanora was glad to help her husband get undressed to shower, and wrap his ankle in a bandage, but she was firm in telling him to rest and take it easy for the rest of the day. She ordered him to sit on the couch in the parlor with his ankle elevated on a stack of pillows, and made his tea. Of course, Anah had to come snuggle, but she had to share that with River. She didn't complain, though, and slept soundly, nestled in the warmth of her favorite person and the softness of a well-mannered husky.

It was strange to think that two weeks ago, Moffitt had insisted that he would be glad to see River go back to his real home. He told everyone that he wouldn't grow to enjoy the company of dogs. Now, on the morning of the day that Millington said he would come by to pick up River, Moffitt had taken the husky out for an early walk, just the two of them. He knew he probably shouldn't with his ankle, but he was feeling better compared to a week ago, with some minor limping if he put too much weight on his right leg. The fog was lifting slowly across the countryside surrounding Cambridge, and the sunlight was trying to filter through. They were alone on their walk, and that was nice. There was only the sound of birds, church bells, and the occasional car horn accompanying them.

"I really never thought I would see the day that I'd be willingly walking a dog," Moffitt said. He looked down at River, who was keeping pace with him. "You've helped me a lot. Well… as best you can. Certain things that happened are always going to haunt me, but you've helped me get through moments when they're choking me. Same with Jules. I especially appreciate you helping him through his nightmares." Moffitt's smile faded. "I wish he never had to go through the prophecy with the magpies, but it's not like any of us had a choice in that. It's not a surprise that he keeps experiencing certain events in dreams. I wish he didn't, but that's not something any of us can control." Moffitt went quiet for a moment. "I just hope his dreams will pass in time and not haunt him for years like mine have done."

They came to a crosswalk, and River sat obediently by Moffitt while they waited for traffic to pass. When they could cross, River stood when Moffitt started walking. They stayed side-by-side while heading down a quiet street lined with homes and businesses. "You should see Cambridge in Christmastime," Moffitt said. "Well, you probably already have, since you do live here. Millington says you used to pull sleds for explorers in the Arctic. I'll bet that was fun. Now you're living a nice, pampered life with his family. Certainly can't go wrong with them."

When the walk took them up a hill that offered a lovely view of one of Cambridge's most recognizable buildings, King's College Chapel, which Moffitt was familiar with inside and out. The fog had cleared, leaving the view completely unobstructed. Sitting in the grass and gazing out at the view spread before him was something Moffitt had done when he was younger, whenever he was brave enough to take a break from his studies. He used to do this with Michael. Sometimes he would come out here with Anah or Vanora or Jules. He had once taken Vanora here while they were still dating, despite being afraid that she would find it boring. After all, him being "boring" was one reason he wasn't able to maintain girlfriends in the past. If it wasn't being boring, it was his shyness. If it wasn't his shyness, it was his snake-induced seizures. If it wasn't his snake-induced seizures, it was the fact that he didn't want to deal with a woman trying to take advantage of his family's wealth. Fortunately, Vanora enjoyed a place with a nice view as much as Moffitt did.

"I used to think I'd never be truly happy," Moffitt said, glancing at River. "I was always miserable about something when I was in university. I was miserable coming home from the war. Now… I might still have things that bother me from time to time, but I wake up every morning next to the most wonderful woman in the world. I have a son that I'm extremely proud of. I have the best friends anyone could ever ask for. My relationship with my parents has never been better. I have a job I don't hate. I have a home that I will always treasure. What more could I ask for?" He smirked when he felt River's nose touch his cheek, followed by the dog licking him. "Not much. Not much at all."

After a few more minutes of quietly musing about his life, Moffitt stood and walked with River back home. As soon as he hoped the door, he heard someone scrambling, and saw Jules had covered a bowl with a napkin while Anah was on the counter, stirring Moffitt's tea.

"Hello, dear," Anah said. "Your tea is ready."

"Thank you, Anah. Jules, what seems to be the problem?" Moffitt asked.

"Nothing," Jules said.

"Right. Take the napkin off your dish."

Jules's face reddened as he took the napkin off. "Before you get angry, this was Anah's idea."

Moffitt sighed upon seeing the scoops of ice cream on a slice of raspberry pie. "You are old enough to tell Anah 'no,' Jules."

"It's hard to tell her 'no,' though."

"Good grief, at this rate there's going to be raspberry juice running through your veins." Moffitt turned to Anah. "You should be smart enough to understand me telling you to stop trying to overfeed us."

"Are you sure you do not want ice cream for breakfast, dear?" Anah asked.

"Ice cream is not for breakfast."

"This is a treat, dear. After all, we will not have River here for much longer."

"Yes, but the dog can't have ice cream."

"I know, but it would be something help you feel better about him leaving."

"I'm not sure food is the answer to that."

Anah sighed. "I try to do something nice and this is the thanks I get."

"Oh, stop." Moffitt patted the cobra's head. "We appreciate everything you do. Don't fret."

Millington's car pulled into the driveway about an hour later. Moffitt had all of River's belongings washed, packed up, and ready to go. The husky himself had been given a brushing, so he looked his best. Moffitt still couldn't believe that he was going to miss this dog. Of all the strange things that've happened to me, this has got to be one of the strangest.

"Good morning," Millington said as he strolled up the path to the house. "Why, you look quite sad, Moffitt."

"Me? No, I'm not sad," Moffitt muttered. "I have something in my eye."

Jules faked a sneeze. "Liar!"

Moffitt glared at him, but defeat crashed over him. "Fine. I'm… going to miss River."

Millington smirked. "You denied it, but I had a feeling you were going to have a change of heart about dogs by the end of this."

"I had a change of heart about River specifically. That's it. He's a good dog. I'll admit that."

"Then I'll let my daughter know that the next time she goes on vacation, River can be trusted with you."

"Of course. I look forward to seeing him again."

"Well, if you decide to visit for Christmas, you'll get to see River again."

"That would be nice." Moffitt handed River's leash to Millington.

"Alright." Millington looked first at River, then at Moffitt. "Time to say goodbye."

Moffitt crouched to get on eye level with River, trying to suppress the choking sensation of tears rising in his throat. He sighed, and held out his hand. "Give paw?"

River gave him his left paw.

"Good boy. Now, hug?"

River stood on his legs to prop himself up on Moffitt's shoulders.

"Thank you. Alright, have a biscuit." Moffitt gave the husky a treat, then a scratch behind his ears. "I'll miss you, River. Goodbye."

Moffitt stood on the front doorstep while watching Millington get River in the back of his car, and didn't head back inside until he could no longer see the car. He sighed heavily, and went out into the parlor. He half-expected some furry company to join him, and was greatly disappointed upon remembering that River had just left. Look at you, disappointed over a dog. What's wrong with you? Moffitt shook his head. Funny how you told everyone not to expect you to fall in love with River, and now look.

He went into the kitchen, finding the daily paper on the table. There was a pet shelter that advertised animals available for adoption, but this was the first time Moffitt went searching for that section in the paper. He memorized the address, and kept it in the back of his mind, not wanting to jump to a decision just yet. He wanted to see how he would feel after a while. Maybe things would go back to normal and he would be happy. Or perhaps River had gone and left a Siberian husky-shaped hole in Moffitt's heart.

The trees and shrubs within Cambridge had turned their lovely autumn shades of reds and golds and oranges one month later. The air was crisper and carried the scent of cozy woodfires each evening now, and the days were gradually getting shorter. There had been a light snowfall the previous night, and Moffitt found himself wondering if River had gotten a chance to play in what little snow was on the ground. It wouldn't last long, as it would get slightly warmer that afternoon.

Moffitt was enjoying his tea in the kitchen while Anah was beginning a geography lesson with Jules out in the parlor. He thought back to a month ago, how he told himself he wouldn't make a decision on a certain matter until seeing how he felt. He paced the kitchen with his tea, and made a decision. Once he finished his tea, he put on his winter jacket and gloves and told everyone that he was going to the university to check on the new cobras Millington had brought back from South Africa.

That, of course, wasn't the whole truth. He did go into Cambridge to see the cobras, but after leaving the university, he went to a pet supply store to get everything he could possibly need for a new addition to the family. Once he had what he needed, Moffitt drove north of Cambridge to the shelter. He knew there was a possibility they might not have any huskies available, but perhaps they could point him in the direction of someone who did.

A month ago, Moffitt would have been strongly repelled by the smell of dog. It still wasn't pleasant, but he felt better able to tolerate it. That, and he would have to be able to withstand it if he wanted to see if the shelter had any huskies.

A lady playing with a kitten in the front of the building was more than happy to show Moffitt around the dog kennels. He did his best to not look so anxious around some of the dogs, in particular the very big ones and very little ones. There was a young couple already there, looking over a group of golden retriever puppies. For whatever reason, the puppies clumsily stumbled over each other to bound over to Moffitt, and he continued to find it funny that he never would have wanted to put up with this a month ago. After all, it was a running joke among the rest of the Rats that Moffitt hated puppies. In truth, he didn't. He just wanted nothing to do with them. Now, here he was, being attacked by a pack of puppies and simply accepting his fate instead of complaining about it.

He was able to stand once he had been freed from his puppy prison, just in time to see one of the shelter workers coming in with a gray and white Siberian husky on a leash. The dog was quite excitable, which was another thing Moffitt wouldn't have been alright with a month ago.

"This is Livna," the lady handling the husky said. "She's about a year old, so still somewhat of a puppy. Her previous owner decided that a less active dog would better fit their lifestyle, so she was brought here. What do you think, sir? Think you can handle her?"

"I believe I can." Moffitt got down on his knees for a better introduction. Livna dashed up to him to sniff him and lick his face. "I certainly have the yard for you to run around like a little lunatic." He sighed, though there was a smile on his face and his heart was racing with excitement of his own. Oh, the others are not going to let me hear the end of this, but I don't care!

"She does know basic commands, but she does need a bit more practice," the shelter worker explained. "Like I said, she's still a puppy, so patience is key."

"I have patience." I served with Troy, after all. "She'll be no trouble at all. I think she'll fit in quite well." For a brief moment, Moffitt couldn't believe he was doing this. I have everything I'll need for her in my vehicle. Little late to turn back now. He knew it was definitely too late when he was signing the paperwork that Livna was officially his. She trotted around him excitedly while Moffitt walked her out to the Land Rover. "Alright, where do you want to sit, you bouncy little lint-ball? Oh my goodness, you're adorable. And filthy. We'll get you a bath when we get home. You're washable. My car is washable. It's okay. Go ahead and sit up front. Don't be naughty."

Livna looked around the car while seated with a big smile on her face and her tongue hanging out. There were a couple of points where Moffitt had to reach over and make her sit, but he was still looking forward to whatever journey lay ahead of them together. As he headed down the road his home was on, he started wondering if he had made a bad decision, getting a dog without talking to Vanora, Jules, and Anah first. He knew Jules had been hoping that they were eventually get a dog, and Anah had come to enjoy River's company, and that Vanora had been wanting a dog ever since her parents wouldn't let her have one. Maybe this would go over well, but that didn't make him any less nervous.

The little husky looked almost surprised at the massive yard that would be all hers to run around in, but first Moffitt had to introduce the rest of the family. Livna stayed alongside him while they walked up to the front door. Moffitt drew in a breath, and unlocked the door. He looked around, not seeing anyone, and called, "I'm home! And… I brought a surprise."

Vanora came out of the laundry room, and Jules came out of the parlor with Anah around his shoulders. They all looked at Moffitt first, then the husky sniffing around the kitchen. Then back up at Moffitt, then the dog again.

"Jack, what did you do?" Vanora asked.

"I… W-Well, I… got a dog," Moffitt said, blushing.

"Oh, love, are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, darling, I—"

"I'm joking. It wasn't exactly hard to see that you really miss River."

Moffitt's blush deepened. "It wasn't?"

"No."

Jules nervously rubbed the back of his head. "Mum and I have been wondering when this day would come." He looked at his mother. "This means you owe me a Cadbury bar now. I said it would take a month for him to cave in and get a dog."

Vanora sighed. "Oh, alright. I was betting that he would wait until after Christmas. I'll get your Cadbury bar the next time I go shopping."

"You two were betting on this?"

"Three, actually," Anah said. "I already lost because I said it would only take you a week. That means I owe Jules a Cadbury bar and Vanora a bag of Maltesers."

Moffitt sighed. "You're all very silly, but… you're not angry with me?"

"No, of course not," Vanora said. "We all knew it was going to happen."

"Right. I see. Well—" Moffitt leaned over to pick up Livna. "Welcome to the family. You're going to be very well-loved, by all of us."