Willow's head tilted with curiosity and she reached out for the fruit bar. If she knew what it was or was just curious about the wrapping on it, Daryl couldn't say. He certainly hadn't fed her anything like that yet. Lots of nuts from a tin, though. She liked nuts.

"Nancy's got a treat for you," he said as she took it, trying to explain, "You gotta open it. You remember how to do that, right?"

"Richmond Park. Was uh..." And here Daryl coughed, a sense of shame rolling over him before he could shake it off and continue, "Out. In the park. Spotted her with some other squirrels."

He wasn't going to get into the fact that he almost ate her because she'd spent so much time around actual squirrels he hadn't been able to tell she was a shifter until she became human and socked him in the jaw with her heel. Better not to get into that.

He cleared his throat again and and reached up to brush some stray hair out of her eyes, "Been looking for her parents but ain't found no one in the community that knows nothin' about her. Ain't so many shifters in London that it'd be a hard search if they was still around."

Meanwhile, Willow had taken the bar in both hands and started to nibble at the packaging. Daryl eyed her carefully in case she tried shoving it in her mouth to hold onto for later. Human cheeks weren't as good for hoarding as squirrel.