That checks out. We couldn't tell the gender, but I don't think it was cheerful, when it talked to us. Lucretia and I didn't really want to give it the time of day, though, outside of wanting its information.

[ he's banking on it being the same one. he rests his cheek against the edge of the stolen bed, looking at him. ]

There wasn't a voice, on ours, but there was something compelling us on that first day. It got more insistent the longer that we ignored it.