That’s a good boy,” Irrissa cooed, stroking the fur along his back. He rewarded her with a squeaky rumbling in his chest. She smiled, remembering Marty’s crackly purr. “How’s the patient?” Grady asked from the doorway. He stood next to Edaline, both of them watching Irrissa with small smiles. “I think he’s doing better. He drank a bunch of water and now he’s sleeping.” Edaline nodded. “That’s a good sign. Do you want to wash up and have some dinner?” “Can I bring him with me? I don’t want to leave him alone.” Grady grabbed a small cage from one of the shelves and filled it with dinosaur fluff from a nearby barrel before handing it to her. “Good job, Irrissa. You saved his life.” She brought the cage inside and—after an incredibly hot, soapy shower— met Grady and Edaline downstairs fo

