Steve nodded back.
Helena was moving a little easier as they walked back down the hallway. She smiled and smacked Troy’s arm. “You’re a very naughty young man.”
“Who, me?”
“Yes, you. I can see why the CSA chose you to be a tuohygan. Stevie hasn’t stopped talking about you ever since he got home, and now I know why.”
Troy ducked his head. In an effort to deflect her praise, he said, “Your grandson’s a good student. The CSA made the right decision when they chose to give him a healing power. I can see he’s a genuine caregiver.”
Helena smiled over at her grandson, who was handing Beck his jacket. “He’s a good kid.” Then she focused back on Troy and wagged her finger at him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you changing the subject. I may be old but I’m not senile.”
“Yes, ma’am. Uh, I mean, no, ma’am.”
Troy picked up his cape, wrapped it around his neck, and Beck fastened the clasp.
“Peter always did that for Leonard,” Helena observed.