[ Chloe glances up at the question, almost a little surprised. It’s possible she wasn’t aware she was even speaking aloud. ]

She’s twelve. Apart from a week here or there with her grandparents, or at summer camp, I’ve never been away from her for more than a few days.

[ The response is simple, straightforward. Even when Chloe had gone to Europe, caught up in her fear and confusion over learning the truth about Lucifer, she’d taken Trixie with her. She tries for a faint smile, though. ]

It had to happen eventually, I guess.