Yuffie jumped from the window sill and then trotted down the steps. It was strange but she wasn’t going to argue with Lydia since the young girl had chosen to leave. In fact, Yuffie was very thankful. She stopped next to the bike and then lifted it slightly so that it would remain steady in her grip.

“Like this?”

She was watching Lydia curiously like a cat being teased with a piece of string.