“They stay together,” he said quietly. “Whatever they’ve been through… they get to keep each other.” Morris gave a small smile. “You thinking what I think you’re thinking?” Raymond didn’t answer right away.
He stood, walked to the table, and ran a hand gently over the pig’s coarse fur. Her ear flicked in response, but she didn’t pull away. He looked at the sleeping hybrid. Her ears twitched as she dreamed. “I’ve got the room,” he said. “And I could use the company.”