A concerned phone call (for abbytude)

Takes place after events in this thread.

Ruairí clenched his hand around his cell, a furrow deepening between his brows. From a nearby armchair, Cait stared at her father, dark eyes wide. He knew she'd heard enough to catch the gist of his conversation with her brother Rory: Pippa Kerr was missing, gone somewhere without calling lover or employer, leaving her dog uncared for. Rory had been trying hard not to sound alarmist, but his lady was simply too thoughtful a person to hare off without a thought for the consequences.

"What now?" asked Caitlín, and even her near-whisper sounded loud in the silent living room.

His jaw tightened. "I call Abby, to start with at least." After flipping the phone back open and keying in the call, he braced elbows on knees and waited for an answer.