Summer & Others

On the way to the house, Summer had gotten in contact with Kate just to make sure the young lady was alright, and to find out the condition of their house. A significant smile crossed her face when Kate reported back that nothing had been disturbed in the night, and aside from Starlit being a little more antsy than usual, everything seemed in place. "It sounds like this might yet be our safest place to stay." Informing Conan once she'd ended the call with Kate, Summer was just reaching the drive that led to the woodland home, "If anyone does try to make a move here, we'll have ample warning with the dogs."

Conan

Truth be told, Conan was actually sort of looking forward to staying at the farm tonight - it was a familiar place, and he knew everything about the house and the surrounding areas; of course, he knew most of the animals, too. He had to admit he was secretly looking forward to seeing Starlit again as well. But though he made polite conversation, he wasn't as genuinely happy as he'd been earlier. After Summer had helped him slip into the car and was moving around to seat herself in the driver's seat, he'd carefully scooped up the bloodied bear where it had fallen on the floorboard, and tucked it out of sight in his waistband under his shirt. He was depressed by its sorry condition, even though it had saved him from death not a day ago; this had been one of Raimi's favorite toys, and what had gotten him through the first night of the toddler being away in the possession of the Silvers. Now, bloodied and pierced through as it was, it was a grim reminder to him that Raimi's childhood had been far from peaceful or healthy for him, and that made a cold stone of grief and regret drop into his stomach. He tried not to let it show, though - he talked quietly with Summer on the way, and if she dared venture a question into his change in attitude, he had the handy excuse of being tired.

Summer & Others

From the night he'd clutched the teddy bear to him in his sleep, and looked so much like a hurt and desperately lost child, Summer had honed in on the significance of the stuffed animal. She'd never made a peep about how the bear had been ravaged by the bullet and stained by the boy's bood; but it had hit hard in her mind. The woman had already dedicated herself to the task of repairing the toy to as close to its former glory as she could, but didn't dare bring it up just yet.

Starlit and Starcrossed were jaunting down either side of the lane, following Summer's car until it came to a stop in front of the house. The daughter backed off a few shy steps at first, being far more reserved with everyone at first, even if she was use to them. Starlit, however, didn't hesitate to whine in earnest and nuzzle at Summer's legs. And once Conan's door was opened, her pleasant whines shifted into something more fretful. Ebony ears laced back, the wolf-mix nudged her muzzle against the boy's hand, giving it a single lick.

Conan

Anything that he might have been thinking or feeling was canceled out by the tiny nuzzle and lick placed on his fingers. His eyes had been closed as he spoke to Summer, resting them as he found that so much moving about and thinking so soon after his wound had given him a small headache - but now they opened, and looked down at Starlit with a small smile. He lifted his hand to run it over the silky softness of her ears, taking more comfort from the texture than he cared to admit to, even to himself, and then told her softly, "S'okay, Star... I'm prac'ly better now. Shoulda.... seen me yes'day." Rather as Abhay did with Nadeem, Conan had a habit of talking to Starlit - and indeed any animal who would listen to him - just as though she understood every word; and sometimes, the way she responded in her careful nudges and her inherent way of knowing when he needed comfort, he wasn't so sure she didn't understand the words.

Summer & Others

The lab blood gave her otherwise wolfish face a certain softness in it, and a slight rounding of the eyes that made them even more inviting and calming, even if they were a steely, wolfish gray in color. Her dark tail swayed a little at his words and her eyes lifted briefly to his face, where she leaned in to give his cheek a caress next. Incredibly intuitive and tuned in to the special humans in her life, Startlit was careful to place her paws against the seat of the car, rather than press them against his leg. He was weak and injured, and though it wasn't his leg that was damaged, the canine was exceptionally gentle with anyone who was in need of care.

Summer stood back to let the two have a moment to greet each other. And after offering them that, she stepped in and once more offered the teen a hand, "She looks quite taken to you." Commenting on the obvious, the woman smiled warmly to see the boy respond to favorable to Starlit's attention. It was a reaccuring theme she'd come to notice with Conan, in the way that he relaxed significantly with both Abhay and Starlit.

Conan

He would never admit it to Summer, just because she might take it a bit of the wrong way, but Conan found that he often liked animals better than he did people, which accounted for why he relaxed so much more around the stallion and the hybrid both. It wasn't that he disliked people particularly; but so many people had done him harm, whereas animals had not so much. And even the animals who had hurt him had been open and honest about their intention to do so. There was no need to look for ulterior motives or infinitely complex schemes behind the gentle gray eyes that gazed up at him now - Starlit was not nuzzling him just to make him believe she was her friend so that she could backstab him later. That was the beauty of it - no thinking involved. He could accept comfort from her, and know that all she wanted in return was to know that he felt better. Well, maybe that and an ear scratch. He valued the priceless simplicity of the relationship in his all-too-complicated life, and told Summer as he again took her support and heaved himself up, "She'n me 're... old friends. She took care o' me... from way back w'en I firs' came 'ere. We eassssh know... what th'other needs."

Summer & Others

She shifted her balance to accommodate his weight once again, showing no fatigue herself even after all the moving around. Her energy was just about as boundless as her kindness, and it never faltered when it was needed to support another, "She'll do well in keeping us all safe tonight. Man's best friend... there was never a truer statement." Summer spoke softly, traveling at a slow and easy pace to bring Conan to the house, and then to the nearest place of rest - the couch.

Startlit Eyes followed every step of the way, keeping either a shoulder or the tip of her muzzle in constant contact with Briar's leg until they were back inside the house. Her whines had ceased, but her ears continued to lay back against his silky head, expression her ongoing concern that kept her glued to the boy's side.

Conan

He gave a hearty nod to agree with Summer's assessment - every time he'd been here, whether in good shape and poor spirits as he'd been last time, or sorely wounded as he came now, Starlit had always been a source of comfort to him. And her small touches weren't lost on him either - he felt her subtle support and motherly need to look after him in her little nudges and the strong support near his leg as they passed into the house. As he settled down on the couch and lay back, half propped up by the pillows, he reached a hand to her, well aware that her careful, mincing steps and her instinctive way of knowing where to support his faltering legs had more than once kept him from hitting his knees or rear with very little grace. "C'mere, ye worry-wort critter," he murmured affectionately, running his hands back over the soft ears and burying them into the thick ruff, looking more calm and more like his usual self. And to Summer, he said quietly, "Ya know - I don' think she b'lieves me when I say I'm alrigh'."

Summer & Others

Her ebony head settled over his lap once he'd sat down on the couch. A soft tail thumped a few times against the ground in response to his touch, and then lay still against the hardwood floor in indication that she was not all together satisfied with the situation; and likely wouldn't been for some time, until his strength returned. "Poor boy, what do they want with you?" Abhay might have been naive and unknowning of why or what the individual was doing in his owners home, but word spread quickly enough when it was Starlit who sought answers, what with so many creatures that knew of her and the house of healing. She couldn't begin to understand the depth of what was going on with Conan, but in her own way, she knew that he at least had bad people trying to hurt him.

"You're right." Summer responded with a softened smile, now convinced that they'd come to the right spot. If Conan were going to get any rest, he'd likely get the best of it here, with the animals to keep him company, and the familiarity of the surroundings to comfort him. "I'll be back in a moment with some clean clothes."

Conan

Summer was definitely right in her thoughts - if Conan could rest anywhere in the world, it would be here at the farm. Until just recently, this had been the only place in his life that held any positive, fond memories for him to reflect upon. He felt safe here - and Starlit Eyes certainly contributed to that. As Summer moved away to collect a change of clothes for him, he allowed his weight to rest more fully on the couch, letting his eyes close partway as he petted at the mix's head in a slow, rhythmic motion, humming a little to himself in his deep baritone. It was one of several tunes he'd learned from Aralyn while they'd been living here - one of many he often used to lull Raimi to sleep.

Summer & Others

The hybrid's tail thumped once more against the ground to hear his humming, recognizing the tune as clear as day and taking some solace in its deep, familiar notes. Looking as though she'd stay there, leaned indefinitely into Conan's lap, Starlit closed her eyes part way and relaxed some. Even when Summer returned, having gotten some spare clothes from Greg's room, rather than wait for her husband to retrieve some of Conan's own - which were mostly old ones of her son's anyway - the wolfdog remained right where she was. "This will do you for now." Summer was saying as she laid out a shirt, having thoughtfully picked out a long-sleeved variety to accommodate how he was so uncomfortable exposing his arms.

Conan

Conan would have been perfectly content to remain here for quite a long time, petting Starlit and getting some well-deserved rest after his injury and all the drama of getting everyone out safely yesterday. But his instincts said he couldn't do that... he sighed quietly in something almost like regret, and then took up the hum again as though nothing had passed. When Summer returned with a shirt for him, he drew his hand away from the hybrid - regretfully, but knowing that he'd have to use this hand for dressing, since he couldn't left his left arm very far, and not nearly far enough to remove the shirt he had on. So he improvised - stretching his left arm over his stomach and letting it rest mostly on his stomach, the teen grabbed hold of his right sleeve with the tips of his fingers and slipped his arm back through the sleeve, and proceeded to do the opposite for the other arm. Getting it over his head was a bit harder - he had to push his right arm out of the bottom of the shirt and shrug dramatically to raise the shirt onto his shoulder. He got stuck, only once, when he tried to lift the garment over his head and it briefly caught on one of his ears, but using only his right hand, he managed to disentangle it, and pop the article of clothing off of his body. The gauze and bandage Nadeem had applied last night were heavily saturated with blood - they obviously needed changing, likely because of how suddenly he'd sat up and flailed this morning. But this was also the first time he'd done so much as take a shirt off in front of Summer, laying his upper body bare to her eyes, where she could see the scores of knife marks, bullets - she might count thirteen entry and exit points, where Conan had told her maybe twelve yesterday - and just as prominently featured were burns, some clearly from fire and others from acids where large bits of muscle were hollowed out under the hairless, abnormally shiny skin. He more-than-half expected a gasp from Summer; with the singular exception of Ben, he always got that reaction out of people who saw what he looked like under his carefully-assembled wardrobe.

Summer & Others

With anyone else, she would have insisted on helping him switch shirts, especially when he was having some much trouble taking it off. But after all the ordeals he'd gone through, and having to deal with so much help and closeness when it was still such a new thing for him, the woman let him keep this one task to himself. Starlit was watching this all with a curious gaze, one ear drawing up, while the other swiveled back towards the door, where she heard Starscrossed saunter by. When the tattered, ruined shirt was finally free from him, Summer's eyes did go a little big when she saw the full extent of damage across his bare skin, ranging from what had to be bullet scars, to what she distinctly recognized as burns. She was wise enough not to comment on them, but her briefly widened eyes held a quiet sadness to them that she tried to buffer with a gentle smile, "Rest back for a moment - that bandage needs to be changed." She could have called for Kate to help her with this, yet she didn't do this either, knowing full well how touchy the boy was about revealing his scars, and she seriously doubted he'd appreciate anyone else seeing them. So she took it in quiet consideration and fetched up one of the handy supply kits that were always around the house to tend to emergency animal arrivals. With this, she began to carefully remove the old gauze and clean the day-old wound.

Conan

As Summer withheld from blatantly displaying her shock at seeing the despairing number of old wounds, Conan refrained from pointing out her minimized reaction. Instead, he answered calmly, his tone soft and almost sounding as though he were trying to make an excuse. "I onseee tol' ya - Ma was creative," he murmured, running his fingers briefly over the long white scar that ran from right shoulder to left hip across the front of his body almost without realizing he was doing it. And saying only that, he obediently leaned back to let her change the dressing. He flinched just a bit as she cleaned the wound, but considering that yesterday, he'd fought she and Nadeem both wildly as they were trying to patch him up, this was a vast improvement.

Summer & Others

Her touch was sure and deft, working over the wound quickly but thoroughly to clean it, and applying what was readily available to deaden the pain some. Once the area had been polished up, a layer of antibiotics went down, and were covered up once more in a protective layer of gauze and medical tape. "She is not fit to be called a mother." Her words were so quiet and calm as to almost sound neutral, and it was an exceedingly rare thing to ever hear Summer talk negatively about someone's family member. And to say something as potent as this was even more of a surprise, but it showed the depth of silent fury that even the kindly woman held.

Conan

The quiet, neutral tones might have made just about anyone else think that she was making that comment casually, but Conan had enough experience with her now - and enough naturally-keen perception on his side - that he heard the small rumble of anger. And in Summer, that in combination with the strong timbre of the words she had chosen told him that she was truly furious indeed. Only Aralyn had before displayed that kind of protective fury over him, and seeing its twin in Summer now subtly reinforced the tentative decision he'd made this morning, in allowing her to hug him - the decision that she was worthy of being trusted, and safe for him to begin to learn to care for.

He held still as she finished cleaning the wound and bound it back up, and then began to struggle into his new shirt. That was much harder to do with one hand than taking it off - the garment just wouldn't hold still for him to do anything. Finally, he managed to get the sleeve over his left arm, and from there used his right arm to drag it over his head and onto his body. As he did this, he told her quietly, "She wasn'... always like tha'. Da was alla time drunk and railin' a' one of us... she'd maybe back'and one of us e'ery now an 'gain if we really done summat, but no' like 'e did. Tha' changed as my bro-thers go' older an' really go' inta the gan'." He wasn't revealing too much in detail yet, but even this small, vague recital was much more than he'd offered Summer for as long as he'd lived in the Wallock household - and all of that had been influenced by his decision to trust her this morning. "I can tell ya one thin' fer sure... 'twasn't the gan' that star'ed it all... but 'twas the gan' that finis'ed it."

Summer & Others

Getting the boy to trust her had been a long and delicate task, and it wasn't something that she was going to rush by any means. In the back of her mind, she let it be known that the teen might have gone through too much, and had been too far scarred by his past to ever be able to accept her or anyone else as a trusted figure in his life. It pained her to realize such things, but for his sake she never gave up, and never would have - but this morning, she saw the first glimpse of change in the boy, for the better.

Summer was neatly packing away the various supplies into the medical kit while Conan was struggling into the new shirt, once again leaving him to the task so as she wouldn't be smothering in her motherly need to help him with everything. And she was quiet through his story, knowing just as well as the hug he'd returned this morning that this was another step of trust in her direction and that it took a lot for him to admit such a dark part of his past to her, "Sometimes, all one can ever do is to keep moving on and learn from the mistakes of others." 'Mistakes' was a far cry from the words that could describe the sort of abuse inflicted on Conan by his parents, but then Summer tended to be a little milder in how she spoke and what she said of others.

Conan

Once he'd managed to get the shirt on, and truly feeling psychologically better for the long sleeves,the teen rested fully back against the couch and let out a long, deep sigh as he relaxed, eyes half-closing as he murmured, "Now ya know why... I wan' Raimi away from tha CS so bad. I don'... wan' 'im ta en' up like Ratri an' Raven. They lived, bled, an' died for tha gan'... an' tore up tha fam'ly while they were at it. Don' wan'... Raimi ta en' up thata way." His hand reached down to his waistband there, pressing briefly against the concealed bear as if that would communicate his love and concern to his little brother without words and across the miles. But after a moment, he moved the hand away, again allowing it to rest on the soft canine head resting in his lap. He didn't say anything more, but he thought to himself how lucky Starlit was to be a dog, and not have to worry about her pups getting into gangs or such things.

Summer & Others

"We'll get him back." Using 'we', Summer put it out there that she would fight for the boy just as much as Conan - though, not in quite the way that fought. "He's got a good brother to guide him, after all. I can see it... how fond he is of you, and I know he'll come out alright." Just how they'd get the boy back was another question all its own, considering there was no way Summer or Collin would engage in anything remotely violent, but her support was there one-hundred percent. Listening to the words, her eyes flicking from one talk to the next, Starlit could only guess as to what was being said between the two humans. In an ironic twist of thoughts, the hybrid was musing over the exact same thing that Conan was - as much as she knew of humans, she simply couldn't know of the gangs and organizations, and thought of such things as a vice belonging only to her kind.

Conan

However ironic it was that his thoughts and Starlit's were running along the same track, Conan got strangely quiet when Summer mentioned how fond the toddler was of him - that struck a bitter chord in him. His eyes flicked away from hers briefly to indicate that he was feeling both awkward and unhappy, and he was silent for the space of an awkward few seconds. When his voice came back, it wasn't as sure as before. "He's fond o' Lanny, too - when they came ta take 'im... 'e didn' have ta take Raimi 'way from me. Raimi went righ' to 'im. Lanny loves 'im too - an' I'm sure tha'... well, Raimi loves 'im just like 'e loves me." Or maybe better, his mind taunted, but he wouldn't, couldn't say that aloud. His hand stopped stroking the soft ears then, though he didn't draw his touch away... it was like his whole mind froze on that terrible thought and could encompass nothing else.

Summer & Others

A second too late, Summer realized she'd said something that she probably oughtn't have. It wasn't until Conan spoke that she understood just what that 'something' was, and that it wasn't a thing that was easily fixed by any means. It took the woman a moment to adjust her thoughts and seek out some solution, but alas, nothing entirely helpful came to mind that would make Conan feel any better about it, so she spoke on a side subject, "The one gift in this is that he's so young as to be above all of this petty fighting. Raimi sees people for who the really are, not what group they're affiliated with, or how they live." Her hands stilled and paused as she finished packing the kit, but she stopped from saying anything else on this, and instead turned to a slightly different approach, "You're his brother, and no matter how much he likes Lanny, that will never change."

Conan

His brain wanted him to sarcastically murmur something to the effect of, 'So you're saying Lanny's a sweet teddy-bear of a guy when he's not trying to kill me,' but he didn't want to turn his frustration at attitude at Summer. And besides - he didn't know how very true that thought was; when Lanny was out of gang relations, not tracking down someone he perceived as a threat, and not drunk, he was the sweetest fellow imaginable - particularly with a certain red-haired young lady. Lost in ignorance over that, he answered quietly, "That's wha' I'm hoping," and then set that topic aside with a firm silence, indicating that he was done speaking on it for now. Instead, he murmured, "I seem ta r'call hearin' sumthin' abou' lunch..."

Summer & Others

Summer let Conan's abrupt change in discussion be the end of talk about Raimi for now. The young boy weighed heavily on her mind, but her own method of fighting for him and proved entirely useless, and in this town, would never see the youngster returned to his rightful family. For that to happen, Conan would have to resort to other allies. "Feeling more like eating now? Anything in particular that sounds good to you? I can have the boys stop by and pick something up, or I can see what they have around here." Starlit tilted her head a little, hearing a distinct change in tones from their words. Her tail moved hesitantly, brushing once against the ground, while her ears perked to what Summer was saying.

Conan

Conan knew perfectly well that legal fights would get them nowhere in getting Raimi back - not only was the law system of the whole city completely corrupted, but after all, Conan was barely sixteen; he was underage himself, and would be put in a home for teens if some honest association found out that he was living with people who weren't his parents without the state's knowledge. That was another reason he'd avoided hospitals at all costs - if it came to an important situation, Summer wouldn't be legally allowed by law to make decisions for him, because they weren't related; that might blow the top on the whole living situation, and he didn't want the state to take him from Collin and Summer. It was the first real semblance of home and parents he'd had, and he was intent not to lose it. And with his own custody such a touch-and-go thing, he knew that Raimi would never be awarded to him in a legal situation, precisely because he was underage. But he let that topic fade for now, instead telling her, "Ya know me - I'll eat jes 'bout anythin' so lon' as it don' bite me firs'."

Summer & Others

"Alright then, I'll see what I can dig up." Rising up from where she had been seated on the edge of the couch, Summer turned a lightened smile Conan's way, took up the first aid kit, and traveled to the kitchen to see just what sort of food she could find. Like Conan, she'd given some thought to the legality of raising the boy when she really had no connection to him blood wise, and no papers to claim him. She never gave it too much mind however, partly because she and Collin didn't exactly heed all of the laws, and would gladly skirt any ones that they saw unjust and unfairly restricting. "How does ravioli sound?" It didn't take long before Summer's voice called out from the other room, where Matt had pulled out a few cans from the cupboard, after she put aside the leftover pizza on account of the grease and how it probably wouldn't settle well on the boy's stomach.

Conan

He contented himself with continuing to stroke Starlit while Summer made for the kitchen. "Tha's fine," he called to her, when she asked him about ravioli - he'd loved it when he was a kid, and rather like Lanny's child-like love of chocolate chip pancakes, it was a kid-type taste that Conan hadn't gotten rid of as he got older. And then he went back to considering just how lucky they were, in some aspects, to live in a town that skirted so many rules. Sure, it meant the gangs ran wild, but in any other place, both he and Raimi would have been placed in foster homes or orphanages - likely separate ones, due to the differences in their age. And Conan could have never borne that. That gave him a positive thought to reflect on in all the negativity, allowing him to be thankful that he and Raimi were together, under normal circumstances, and in a household were the teen was beginning to discover that the people truly cared about them. That lightened his mood, and pulled the concentrated frown off of his face.

Summer & Others

From the kitchen, Summer's voice sounded along with Kate's as the two spoke over this and that. The faint beeps of a microwave sprang up somewhere in there, along with Matt's vocals in the background. It was a few minutes later when the saucy smell off ravioli began to fill the room, and got even the well-mannered Starlit to twitching her nose and perking her ears in interest. She was never a vulture over food, and was obedient enough not to touch anything left out - but that didn't mean she wasn't keenly interested in the tantalizing scent of human food.

"It's a little hot yet. And you just tell me if you need anything else - there's plenty more food out there." Summer returned to the living room saying this, holding a bowl of ravioli in one hand, and using the other to carry over and flip open a tv tray to sit in front of Conan on the couch. Just as soon as she'd set these down, the woman was bustling back to the kitchen to fetch a cup of tea, and one of ice water that was set down in front of him.

Conan

The tangy smell of tomato sauce and meat reminded Conan powerfully that he hadn't eaten since yesterday morning at breakfast, and now it was just past lunch a day later. His stomach rumbled at him a bit, reemphasizing the thought, so when Summer came back into the room with the food, he had to remind himself that scarfing down the meal would be a poor idea - actually, he didn't know whether solid food would be a good plan, but he had to try it to see; if anything, he needed to at least take the precaution of eating slowly. So he sat for a moment or two blowing on the food to cool it, and began to cut the ravioli into small bites that he hoped wouldn't hurt his chest going down. And then he set about eating - slowly, carefully, and pausing frequently to drink in order to wash everything down more easily, but gradually beginning to make a dent. He found out as he ate that he wasn't as hungry as his stomach had told him - likely because he was still in a significant amount of pain and tired beyond belief - but because it was such a small bowl of the food, he made himself finish most of it before he set it aside, just so that Summer wouldn't worry. He'd never had much of an appetite anyway, which was quite odd for a teen who was growing so rapidly, and he knew that it already bothered her some, so he wasn't going to give her any more reason to worry. And after he was finished, he scooped the tea and ice water from the tray and set them on the side table where they'd be in reach if he wanted them, and lay back against the couch once more, his hand reaching for Starlit again.

Summer & Others

The silvery daughter of Starlit minced her way into the living room after nuzzling the door open. Nose twitching intently, she began to inch herself closer to the boy, flashing her bright eyes from him to his food, until she saw her mother's ear flick back in her direction. The ebony hybrid tensed a little; and that was all that was needed to tell Starcrossed that she wasn't getting anywhere near Conan or his food. Dropping into a submissive posture, the silvery fae turned tail and sauntered towards the kitchen to try her luck there.

Her posturing had nothing to do with dominance over food of course, it was her protective drive over the weak and injured that drove Starlit to warn away her daughter. And once the younger hybrid had moved off, Starlit settled her muzzle on the edge of the couch, giving a quiet, contented sigh as she listened to him eat. Having not been around Conan much lately, she didn't sure the growing fret over the boy's eating habits that Summer did, but they could both feel a little better that he managed to get this meal down. And once he had eaten all he could, and Summer was picking up, the hybrid leaned her head further against the boy and closed her eyes.

Conan

After the dishes had been cleared away, the boy sat for awhile, one hand stroking Starlit in a slow, steady rhythm, and the other alternately supporting his glass of water and laying over the concealed bear he'd scooped from the floorboard of the car. It was going to be very difficult for Summer to get that bear away from him in order to repair it, for he didn't seem at all prepared to give it up; but after a little while, he set the water glass down again, and let his head fall to one side, staring sleepily at the hybrid as his fingers moved over her ears. It wasn't too long before the fingers stopped moving and the breathing softened and deepened - for a boy who'd only yesterday nearly died, it had been quite the long morning.

Summer & Others

Shortly after the boy's fingers stopped trailing through her fur, Starlit lifted herself up, sniffing over the redhead before to again inspect the source of blood on his chest, though now it was restricted beneath his clean shirt and the underlying bandage. Once her investigation was complete, the hybrid curled herself up against the bottom of the couch, tucking her nose against her tail and taking a rest. Until this time, Summer had been quietly moving around the house, helping Kate pick up this and that, since her son and Matt weren't quiet as tidy as the young lady was. Summer took a break from this work once Conan had gone to sleep, long enough to take up a spare blanket and drape this over him, teddy bear and all.