Lee held Valery easily and strolled down the street, letting the girl chatter. He was seriously considering stopping in one of the shops and asking where someone named Hestia lived, because he was wondering how the hell he would return her little girl without knowing that tidbit.
He was also keeping his eyes open for someone who looked like they were missing a child. People like that tended to be distinctive.
He was saved all the trouble when a woman's loud yell sounded behind him, the child's name cutting through the air. He turned, the child still on his hip.
"It's okay, she's fine," he hastened to say in his deep, smooth voice. "I was just helping her look for," her dad, but he wasn't sure it was wise, "someone while trying to find ... well, you, I take it," he said. "I didn't want her to wander around on her own."