"We don't know he's a neutral," Kate said, "He could well be helping her. Abbey didn't know. There is an old saying that goes 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' If he doesn't like doggies, then that might well make him a dfender of her. Look--he's between her and them. Abbey, these are lovely drawings. Can I keep them, please?" Abbey nodded, already back playing with the dollhouse. Kate was glad that Abbey was always relatively untouched by things like this. Kate got up off the floor and motioned the rest of them out of the playroom with her.
"I think I will go see Robert," Kate said.
"Best not," Michael said, finding them in the hallway. "He's in some deep conversation with someone by floo. Anything I can help with?"
"Michael," she stroked his cheek, smiling, "You are a consumate art expert, but I doubt you're a pro at art by two year olds."
"Is Abbey seeing things again?" he frowned.
"I think so," Kate said. He reached for the papers and took them from Kate. He looked at them for a moment.
"Werewolves again," he sighed.
"How did you get that out of that?" Kate frowned.
"Thats what her werewolves always look like," Michael laughed. "Thats not hard. Who's the dude in black with Khaat?"
"How did you get that?"
"Khaat's always the yellow scribble. Abbey remembers her hair. Who's the dude with her?"
"She doesn't know."
"I bet she knows more than she realizes. I'll be right back." With drawings in hand, he went to see Abbey.
"How much you want to bet he comes back with more than I did?" Kate laughed.