"Well, one would hope." Kate's dresses are very pretty and flatter her admirably, but they aren't quite as useful as, say, a weapon would be. Benedict has grown used to no longer wearing his gauntlet and sword at his side at all times, but he can't lie and say he wouldn't jump at the chance to have them back.

He hums. "The Inn would be an ideal place, I suppose," he concedes, eyeing the room they're in consideringly. "Considering the number of people we've managed to accumulate, even with the steady disappearances of certain members of the habble."

It hasn't escaped his notice, the sudden absence of members of the community he'd taken for granted before. It's made him doubly nervous, that one day he might vanish. Or worse, Kate might, and then he'd be left alone and the entire habble would no longer have her around to look after them.