"We have to stick together now," Noah told her, putting the phone away. "Under the Lady's guidance, we can be a family. I won't let anything happen to you, either." He gave her what he hoped was a comforting smile.
"Now, about this greenhouse," the pyrokinetic continued, plucking up a fallen rose petal and holding it up to the light. "I know a lawyer who can help us get around any bureaucratic hang-ups. He's the best at what he does."