Alyssa hitched up on her hip, and a small bag in hand, Cissa hurried down the steps of the house, headed to the basement. Bosun had learned to stay out of her way when she went down there, so he busied himself elsewhere, cleaning and the like.
"Neville," Cissa said as she walked down the stairs, setting Alyssa down once she got there. "Get anything down here you want together. We're leaving in ten minutes."