Ivory and Sigmund stayed at the Iceburgh Residence for three more days. Together with the Educators' family, they repaired the house, and did pottery to replace the broken jars during the fight with the thieves.
Ivory sat on a low, small stool in the backyard.
"You are doing bad, woman," Sigmund said as he stared at his Master's hand. There were patches of wet clay on her arms. "A kid will do better than you. What kind of a pot is that?"
"Hey, Sigmund, this is…" she stared at the potter's wheels. "It's my design!" She pouted, and the Vampire just laughed.
He crouched behind his Master, extending his arms around her. He then reached out to her dirty hands, placing his palms at the back of them. "You really can't do anything without me…" he whispered near her ear.
