Isaac nods in agreement, like he understands every word. Maybe he does, Bach is simply getting more lost by the moment. "Like you feel feather skins."

That's enough for now, the kid's babbling. "I'm going to let you give you a chance to get to the Quill, if I can take this guy away from here. You may have given him a new favorite animal."

"Alfred's our cat, he's red!" Isaac grins. "Bye?"