"Oh." Cole sort of understands. His mother taught him about the forest. "Cole's mother knew a lot about the forests and mountains. The movement of animals, which plants filled you, which would kill, which would heal."

His hand lowers to let the chinchilla climb him, its tiny hands clasping his fingers and then waddling up onto his palm. He lifts it carefully, so they're face to face and it can sniff at him. "Hello. You're comfortably full, but you like the smell of what's over here. Would you let Cho hold you? She's very safe and has food."

He then offers the chinchilla out to her.