"That's fine, you can tell mommy. Just no-one else, alright?" Betty said, giving Lucy's tiny hands a little squeeze before letting go, feeling odd. Here she was, having a conversation with a little girl and not hating it.<br/><br/>It was probably because this wasn't one of those loud, whining, crying sort of kids. And not an ankle-biter like her brother either.<br/><br/>"I can smell what he is," she whispered back when Lucy told her about the wolf-man. "Now... why don't you go sit with your sister," she added in a louder voice, straightening up. "And I'll bring you lemonade in a minute," and maybe a bowl of water for little Jack, the kind with Fido written on the side. That thought made her smile briefly - right up until Daisy went and asked about Cath. Her mother. Who would be on her way to jail by now.<br/><br/>"I don't know," she said honestly.<br/><br/>She should probably add something soothing to that, but couldn't think of anything and shot Laura a pleading look instead.<br/>