"So, even later, I can't go hold them?"  The idea is saddening, but it makes sense.  It reminds Liz of a time when she'd been about five.  She'd spotted a neighbor's dog chasing a very small bunny across her lawn.  Scared for the little thing, she scooped it up and brought it inside.  Her mother had helped her find a safe place to release the rabbit at, then taken her home and sat her down.  She'd explained that Liz shouldn't pick up bunnies that small, that now its mother won't be able to tell who it is.  The information was important to know, but it had given her nightmares for weeks.  Images of a small lost bunny, scared and alone filled her dreams.<br/><br/>Coming back to the present, Liz nods resolutely.  "Well, perhaps its for the best.  Otherwise if I did decide to stay here, I'd have so many children to try and help care for, I'd never get to learn any more magic."