"Perfect, Ignis. Thank you." Her gratitude sounded regal, even tinged as it was, with relief from rising panic.

She paced off some of the energy while he prepared the meal, and after a moment words spilled out. "It's just that he's alone. Without parents. Or any adults. And we know some people in common." Or versions of them. "My son's about his age and I know he'd act like everything was fine and under control, but he'd be able to because he'd know his mother and I would come for him. But if he were here, we wouldn't be able to and--" She realized what she was doing even as the words tumbled free and put the brakes on her prattling tongue. "I want Sora to feel welcome and safe before it hits him that he may never see his family again."