When he turned, Elyssa was brushing the hair out of her eyes with one hand, the other still clutching her doll by one foot. Her brother grinned, glanced over his shoulder to make sure Ruby was actually up. In two noiseless steps he crossed the tiny room to a low table along the opposite wall. A steaming bowl of porridge sat in the middle of it, two spoons alongside with a couple of cracked mugs and a tiny ceramic cup. Ruby's eyes followed him to the spread, and her face lit up.
"Honey!" her voice started as a delighted squeal and dropped precipitously as the young man's head snapped around in alarm. Ruby threw her hands over her mouth, eyes wide and scared. For the space of three heart beats, all three stood stock still, silent as herons stalking dinner....
