Derek rolled his eyes. What had he done to warrant such sass? Teenagers. "Just...stay here. sit on the steps. Don't move. I'll get someone to get Heather."
It was, presumably, dinner time for the slaves, but Heather would just have to deal. If the injuries were as superficial as the human claimed, they wouldn't take long. In the meantime, he'd borrow a pair of shoes from Isaac for the boy to wear home.
Satisfied that the boy would do as ordered, he heading up the front porch steps and inside the main house.