"Ten," said Mihr with a smile. "As you can imagine, this house can get quite chaotic with so many in here. Now, granted, some of those 'children' are in their teens, but I consider them children nonetheless." Mihr's smile disappeared and she interlocked her own fingers together. "Oftentimes I'm glad that normal mortals cannot find this place. If humans were capable of finding this house without being in need of a haven, surely I'd have their parents sending the police to take these children back... back to those abusive homes. Or worse, Social Services would come to put them back into the Foster Care system. Some of these children are here because of what they endured at the hands of Foster parents."