He's sorry it took so long to move. The chairs, after all, don't shift as easily for him as they do for the living. Hopefully Zoë will forgive him. And accept, as penance, a light smoothing of little fingers over her hair. Maybe it's the wind.

It probably doesn't feel like the wind.

"'s not a number, Miss Piper." Will she still listen when there's a Real Person to distract?