"Well I did install locks," Kit answers him, a shadow of his usual lopsided smile on his face, and chuckles a little. "He's a crafty sod though, might find his way in anyway."

He reaches out again to smooth a hand down Vandelin's arm, comfortably quiet. Then he sighs again and suggests, "I'm just going to get the wood stove set up for the night; you can go on to bed, if you want."