"You did?" Theo asked after the agreement, scanning the room quickly. "I think he's gone. Or taken. Things get taken." he commented, fussing with the toy's ears.
He stopped and shrank back a little more against the wall at the question though, his voice when he spoke hushed as though he was speaking taboo, afraid of being overheard. "It isn't allowed." he started. "To have things, to care for things like that, with names. Things get taken." he repeated, now visibly anxious. "They get destroyed." he was shaking now and he petted the toy thestrals neck in a manner that was almost compulsive.