[Poggio]

Robin rushed to do as he was told, even picking up fallen chairs as he made his way into the room. He gazed at his grandmother a little dejected. “I guess Bzou ate my friend.” He said under his breath, but he was happy that his grandmother lived. “I brought you apples and roses.” He put the basket down on the side of her bed. Looking around the room to find a vest. Once he finished he sat on the bed beside his grandmother lying his hand on her forehead. Robin leaned in placing a gentle kiss on his grandmothers fore head. "I also brought you roses, and bread though I gave most of the loaf to a friend that saved me." While his head was close to his grandmothers, he inhaled the pungent smell of blood. It made his brows furrow. He pulled back a little. "Did Bzou hurt you?"