Arabella sobbed and sniffled until her heart felt lighter. Energetically, she wiped her face with the sleeve of the maid's costume and blew her nose violently into a garment tail. Hardly anything like a good crying fit to get her thoughts in order.  She looked down at herself and wrinkled her nose. God howling might clean her thoughts, but hardly her appearance. She needed a bath.  Preferably one in a classy teacup, with a hotti in front of her handing her treats. Resolutely, she nodded to herself and got to her feet. Lex had found her, back in the alley, it was about time she found him this time. If he had gotten himself a new hamster, she would kick him in the nuts first, and then the ball of fur. As for her parents, they wouldn't see her again until they shouted an apology from the rooftops. No one had the right to sell her off like a sack of potatoes! "whew" Her spirit was willing, but her bones aching. Grinning wryly, she plodded on at the speed of a walking three-legged turtle. She was about to give up when she heard an all too familiar annoyed croak.