Re: Zale
"Two," Zale was quick to reply as he put his empty hands into his pants pockets. He didn't feel like taking Dasha back just yet. His mother seemed to happy to hold her and she weighed more than a feather so his arms were content to continue to be free of her. "She's here. Mallory has her. Dahlia and Uncle Dante split them up between us."
Dasha yawned a little bit and curled in her grandmother's arms, trying to find a good position to doze in as her little hands fell to her sides.