She nodded. The crup was in okay hands, she supposed - not that she cared or any such thing. She pulled her eyes away from the animal and back to the boy.
"It's the least I could do," she muttered. No, in fact the least she could do was nothing and let the bugger die in her flat, but then the place would smell - that was it.
"Good luck," she said, turning away and heading for the door.