Rhyderi: *is busy checking out a shed used to store hay for farm animals. It smells musty inside, but it is dry and would keep them out of the weather. He begins to bang against the walls to clear out the rats, then walks in, sitting in the back corner* Want me to go get mom and the others? We could stay here… until we know where to go.
Matthias: *frowns* This is a far cry from our apartment… *sighs* Go, my child.
Milena: I don’t appreciate being told this! Do you want to upset my son even more than he already is?