No, Rory was not quite ready to let his red-haired darling out of his sight just yet. Easily taking two steps at a time, he clasped Pippa's hand again and walked with her up the stairs. "I'll come up and protect you from the little horror, sweet."

When they reached her room, the tall singer looked over Pippa's head to take in the furnishings. The cat, he noted, still reclined in the window. "Tiberus, I presume?"