"Will he make a fuss, if we are gone long?" Krem asked, laughing. Bran was still nearby, lounging in the long light, and Krem assumed that if they occupied themselves that Aster would ignore them after a moment or two. He tended to respect closed doors.

He pulled himself into the loft, enjoying the hazy, soft light and the old smell of wood. It would be better when they had animals, maybe, and had to keep things up in it. But for now, it was quite nice.