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[That's something, at least. Narcissa's rooms were dampened, but not overly damaged. It had taken some work to get them back in order, though, and she hadn't been particularly pleased about doing it, but shit happens.]

A flood is rather a lot of water, rather fast.

...but you're alright, aren't you?

[The little scrapper intrigues her, if nothing else.]

Yeah. Fllllud.

[Still kind of hard to say, but little by little, she's been getting better at "l" sounds.]

Food?

I think there are are sandwich fixings.

[She knows there's bread; she'd brought that in herself.]

Come and knock on my door when you're ready, and we'll go make you one. It's number one zero one.

Now?

[She turns, and starts heading for her own door.]

--apparently so. I think I'll turn the viewing off while you walk, though. Do you know how to find my name in the bracelet if you can't find the door?

[She hesitates, then nods. Before Asgard, she couldn't read, but since coming here the ability has been magically granted to her.]

Narssa.

[... Or something like that.]

[...actually, for a child with what Narcissa thinks is a speech impediment, that's a good approximation.]

Narcissa; you remembered - clever kitten.

[And she's changed her mind about the viewing - after the debacle of the past few days, she'd rather make sure Lilly gets to her in one piece. How the little mite made it on her own is startling.]

Narcissa.

[She says it kind of clunkily, but at least all the syllables are in there this time.

Lilly leaves the video on on her end too, as she runs down the stairs towards Narcissa's room. The way she moves is sort of a cross between a crawl and a walk-- she uses her feet rather than her knees, but she also uses her hands like they were an extra set of feet, which leaves her to scramble along with her rear end stuck in the air. She moves easily and quickly, and clearly has a lot of experience running in this way.

It doesn't take long for her to reach Narcissa's door-- but rather than knocking, she just waits.]

[That's a rapid improvement, and something to think about later, when she's not dealing with the child's immediate well-being.

That gait is still concerning, but Narcissa recognises it as a developmental delay; caught in that halfway point between crawling and walking that children just finding their feet engage in, and wickedly fast - Narcissa remembers Draco being impossibly speedy on all fours - it's no surprise Lilly gets around like that if she's been as... neglected as Narcissa suspects.

All those thoughts are set aside to open the door when the view settles.]

Goodness me, you're quick.

[And probably filthy, given the state of the floors on this level after the flooding.]

Come along, little one, let's get something into your belly.

[Filthy she is, and the fact that she never cleans her room (and uses her floor as a toilet, honestly) isn't helping. She's been a bit better about being clean lately because she's discovered that it's fun to "swim" in the bathtub, but she hasn't gotten around to it since the flood.

She turns around and heads towards the kitchen, trusting the Narcissa will follow.

[...unsurprising, if disgusting. Well, one thing at a time.

Long legs elegantly hidden behind a tidy grey wool skirt and smart leather boots carry the witch behind the scampering child, and they reach the kitchen together.]

Are you going to help today, or would you rather I made a sandwich for you?

[Not leaving a yes or no answer might prompt her to talk a little more, she hopes.]

[From the floor, Lilly pulls herself onto the counter, and from there climbs up on top of the fridge.]

Sannich.

[Initially worried that she'll fall, Narcissa notices the ease with which Lilly perches up high, and decides to leave her be.]

You're to supervise, I see. Perhaps I should call you clever monkey, and not clever kitten, hmm?

[Bread removed from the breadbox, she sets it down by the chopping board and moves to the fridge.]

Mind your legs while I open the door.

[She pulls her legs up out of the way, tucking them under her chin and wrapping her arms around them. Tilting her head to the side, she watches Narcissa's movements carefully, interested in what she's going to pull out of the refrigerator.]

[Margarine, since there's no butter. One makes do. Cheese, lettuce, a tomato on the verge of over-ripening, and she spies a packet (packet!) of ham - all are gathered expertly into hands that have been making sandwiches for many, many years, and placed neatly by the chopping board.

Two slices of bread are laid out, and a knife goes into the butter. Margarine.]

[Lilly continues watching Narcissa work. When she's focused on buttering (margarining?) the bread, though, a little hand comes out to swipe at the ham, attempting to steal a piece.]

[Nice try, little one, but Narcissa is used to sneaky hands - and these ones are very grubby. Deftly moving the ham out of the way, she peels a slice off and hands it up to Lilly's perch on the fridge.]

Mind you don't take a dive.

[Elegant fingers go back to sandwich fixing, and a sharper knife slices neatly through the tomato.]

[She makes a face and a grunt of protest when the ham is taken, but happily accepts the slice. That'll keep her occupied for a bit-- she isn't hungry enough to wolf it down on gulps, so she sits and takes reasonable bites as she watches Narcissa continue to cook.]

[Her lips twitch in a smile at both the protest and the acceptance. Lilly won't have to wait too long, though; sandwiches are easily assembled, and soon enough Narcissa has two with ham, cheese, lettuce and tomato ready to be eaten.]

Are you going to stay up there, or will you sit at the table with me?

[Lilly considers this. She doesn't really like sitting at tables, but it might be kind of hard to get her food when she's all the way on top of the fridge. So instead of doing either, she climbs down and sits on the floor, back leaning against the counters.]

[Hardly ideal, but if it's what she wants...]

Start with this piece, and let me know when you're ready for another. I'll be here at the table, so all you need do is ask.

[A small triangle of sandwich - one quarter - is held out for Lilly to take.]

[She grabs it and starts chowing down-- not in the manner of someone who's starving, but like someone who's been waiting eagerly for it to be fixed and ready to eat.]

Yum yum.

[Said with her mouth full.]

[When she smiles - truly smiles - Narcissa is a beautiful woman, and there's nothing so complimentary as someone enjoying a meal prepared for them.]

I'm glad you like it, little one.

[Her own sandwich is eaten much more neatly.]

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