Chéri stopped for a moment, putting one hand on the top of the other “I have arrived here from the continent, don’t you think I am old and capable enough to be left to my collecting? And what exactly will you be protecting me from? And why do you want to protect me, anyway?” They answered, with a naif tone no one who had met them before would have believed even for ten seconds.

Then they resumed. Wesley was clearly getting tired and asked more important questions. Chéri had somehow the answer ready “I don’t remember. It’s a weird name for me.” The name was weird regardless, but the language was a good excuse.