Sweeney rubs Cu's ears, looking back at the little dog with distrust. It's too small, it freaks him out a little, and he focuses his attention on Cu. Mab is safe, protected by magic, holed up in a mausoleum and fast asleep, the hound he never even realized he needed until she was by his side.

"You're all doin' okay in here?" he asks. "Has anyone come around causin' any trouble?"

He'll track them down if they have. He's not going to let anything at all happen to his girls.