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Casimir Starr made one stop when he left the basement, pausing outside of the reading room of the East Wing.
The move from their family home had been difficult for Nina, who, once they had entered the grounds of the estate, had asked with increased frequency and desperation when they would be returning.
When no one could provide a clear and definite timeline, it had taken copious amounts of coaxing to stop her from rampaging through the palace before Cerys was able to settle her once more.
Cas stepped inside the room and spied her immediately, huddled on the floor and surrounded by coloured pens and sheets of artificial paper.
"Hey Ninety, can I talk to you for a moment?" He asked, bending down in front of her and brushing her long hair back away from her face.
