"It's where I belong" Kyla sighed as she spoke quietly slowly dirfting off to sleep as the medic checked her wounds, feeling so tired and worn out from sitting days in the alley looking after some brat without so much of a thank you.
The redhead still didn't feel like she should be living in a mansion, though she knew Will would refuse to let her go back to the streets. The thought of that made her smile ever so slightly in her rest.