"Oh, you poor thing," comes a purring voice, and out from the shadows emerges a figure you recognise all too well. Selina crouches down beside you, taking in your tiny, shivering form curled up protectively from the rain. When she reaches out for you, you flinch, and she coos softly in pity.

"Come on, darling, I'm not going to hurt you," she whispers gently, lifting you up into her arms. She feels you clinging onto her, and she can't help but smile. "There's a good girl. Let's get you dry."