Kes smiled, but looked around in case spotted.
"I'll tell you everything," she said, "but this little guy needs food, ideally milk."
The cub in her arms gave a little whimper. There were small bites on one of her hands, but they didn't look too severe.
She moved to his room without waiting more words, sitting on the floor and placing the cub on her knee. It sat there, whining slightly, and she stroked it's head gently.
"Poor little thing must have been starving," she said softly.