I believe that is oft how it goes — to start out with no, or very little family, and suddenly find oneself with an abundance. [ Some more tension eases from her as she thinks of those who became her family. For all that she misses them and yearns for their company, she would not wish for them to be trapped here with her.

Much like its mistress, Carbuncle is disinclined toward touch with strangers, though it is friendly enough despite that; gives a curious sniff and a small yip in greeting. ]

It is my Carbuncle.