Milena cried miserably as she was led into the room. She curled up on the mat on the floor, weeping and squeaking. She missed her parents and although the place she was in now wasn’t entirely unfamiliar, she didn’t want to be there anyway.
Kalysto nodded his head and made his way out to the SUV. “Bye, guys. Lock up the house when you leave. Have a hot shower, use my soaps if you want. Just don’t stink up the place too much with your icky Troll stench. You know what I mean.”
“Eh?” Zulmire frowned. “‘Dah Trolls don’t stink ‘dat much… bai-bai now.”