Calhoun couldn't quite believe the mess he'd gotten into.
Of all things, he was now burdened with a literal child.
He blamed his sudden reckless decision to set that building ablaze. It was impulsive and even sloppy of him. But it had stood far from town, isolated that he was certain no one should have been anywhere near it.
And yet… she had seen him, a complication he neither asked for nor knew what to do with.
Words could get out that he was last seen lingering about in the mortal realm, and he could not risk getting caught again.
He exhaled sharply through his nose and kept moving. Since arriving at the mortal realm, he'd endured more than his share of strange encounters. But… at least the young fawn had gone quiet for once.
It was not too late into the night, and luckily he was able to find a stall that was still open. After a brief exchange with the vendor who flushed at his presence, he was handed a wooden tray, warm from the freshly prepared meal.
