So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

His smile returned as she gave no move to leave. Her presence in the den was more comforting than he would have expected. Perhaps beneath his bluster and defensiveness, there was still just a boy. A boy afraid and angry in the realisation of what he had to lose. Had lost. He didn’t want her to go, and even that thought was a little frightening.

He pushed it aside, concentrating on the here and now. Of the chill breeze that managed to shuffle around the edge of the den. Of the scents of tea and fur blankets, and muskiness from a den not often used. “Sounds lovely. It feels like it's been a long time since I’ve seen a proper healers den.” he said a little wistfully.

"Senryū Cavaliere-Klein"