Mary lay for several agonizing hours. She couldn't sleep for worry over the vials. What if the children found out what they did? What if they sold them or broke them. What if the boy told some hunters about her? All these would end badly for her, she could be captured or killed, stuck as this mish mash of creatures forever. She'd never be able to go home.
Yet .... she had felt strangely happy at the fawning attention of the two children. She sensed they didn't have a happy story themselves and she felt for them. To find a Griffon had probably been one of the best things to happen to them. Somewhere between her thoughts, Mary didn't hear a scuffle at the cave. Suddenly she felt small hands on her head. She shot up, only to find Amy standing there.
"Easy Mara! Its just me!" The little girl cooed.