Hazel's POV
"Hold still, little bunny." I gently scrubbed shampoo into Pip's curly hair as she splashed in the makeshift tub—really just a large plastic container filled with warm water.
Bathing a toddler was a new experience for me. Two days in this strange cave sanctuary, and somehow I'd become the designated bath-giver to a squirmy two-year-old who found everything hilarious.
"Arms up!" I said, lifting a cup of clean water.
Pip squealed with delight and raised her tiny arms. As I rinsed the soap from her hair, something happened that made me freeze.
Two fluffy bunny ears sprouted from the top of her head.
"Oh!" I gasped, nearly dropping the cup.
Pip giggled, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. The ears twitched—actual, living rabbit ears, soft and gray and completely real.
"Pip," I whispered, "your ears."
She patted her head, seeming unsurprised. "Bunny!" she exclaimed proudly.
