She shoved back, though with the playful air with which she did everything. Gwawr's smile followed Clare for a moment, and though she looked away when she met Yuri, the smile lingered with the same strength.
"Careful of her," Yuri whispered emphatically to Clare behind Gwawr's back. "I think she has a kangaroo army. They take your things and put them in their pouches and then bounce away, never to be seen again. How are you, Windy?" Clare. -are. Air. Windy. It made sense to Yuri.
Gwawr set her foot on one of the cardboard boxes, leaning forward slightly as she addressed Zach. "Just got in to London- only planning to stay the night. I just got back in from Paris and I'm dead tired. Groucho Marx has agreed to take me in. How old is she?" The question was twofold- Gwawr acknowledged, silently, the absence of a woman in the household and the looks of the small child.
One thing that was notable about Gwawr is that her English sounded very neutral. Travelling in Europe for a decade had nearly erased the Welsh-English hybrid she'd developed in school.