Cortin hadn't intended to let any of her team see the softer side of her--it didn't seem fitting for an Enforcement officer, much less an Inquisitor--but she'd thought Tony's willingness to talk too important to miss. And she wasn't about to let anything stop her from visiting the retired priest, his brother's family--and her family, the cat she'd found in labor on the back seat of her car three days ago. She'd always remember the expression on the good Father's face, when he opened the door to find a desperate-looking Inquisitor with an armful of very pregnant cat, trying to explain she'd gone into the woods for a minute to answer a call of nature, and come back to find this, and was there please any place Mama-Cat could have her kittens? He'd been kind enough to let her in and find a large basket he lined with towels. Mama-Cat had promptly settled in, making it clear Cortin wasn't to leave while she gave birth. Not at all reluctant, Cortin had stayed, getting acquainted with the Harrison family--who'd been understandably alarmed to find an Enforcement Service car parked in their front yard--while Mama had eight kittens Cortin assured her were absolutely beautiful. Of course, as she'd told the Harrisons, she'd always had a soft spot for animals, especially baby ones--but they were delightful! Father Harrison was waiting, as usual, when she pulled into the drive and parked. If he was surprised to see another officer with her, he hid it well, smiling as Cortin introduced Degas. "Welcome, Lieutenant--and come in, both of you. Andrew's fixing supper; you'll stay, of course?" "We'd love to," Cortin said, "but--" "And Margaret's baking pies, with last year's dried fruits. She'd like to send your men some, but they won't be done for another hour . . ." Cortin raised her hands, grinning. "You win, Father, you win! We'll stay. Has Starfire foaled yet?" "This morning, a healthy palomino colt. We've named him Lifestar, in your honor--I hope you don't mind." "On the contrary, I'm flattered--though I don't get the connection." "In that case, just call it an old man's whimsy. I thought it might be a little early."