Lightning hit the house

Oh no. Even with her thoughts as fragmented as they were, she knew what a pack leader was, and here the Avalon was just rudely calling her a ghost and carrying on like a ham. Her head lowered respectfully, eyes flitting away so as not to stare, while the squirrel on her back gave a long-suffering sigh and rolled his eyes, not that she could see it with him perched up between her ears. “A-apologies!” She stammered, still flustered for the way the woman had found her and her general discombobulation with regards to her current location or why she was even here. “I’m Percy...” she began, losing track of what was meant to come next.

A small voice spoke from above her, causing her eye to grow wide with fright. “Dun mind ‘er Missus, ‘er heads broke.” She felt small fingers tapping over the scar on her temple and she trembled. It was all clearly too much for the girl as she all but squawked, “YOU CAN TALK?!?!

It was clear from the way the squirrel gripped her fur as she flung around, seeming to roll his eyes as he chuckled, that this wasn’t the first time they had had this discussion.