They did, along with a bow and a note. She burnt both for kindling and kept the clothes to later swap with comparative items at the inn's lost and found. It wasn't a forgettable occurrence, especially when it should have reminded her of others that were far worse, but it takes her a beat to be sure.

"Yeah." Jess remains upright in her seat, attentive for the sound of bubbling. "Why?" isn't she more disturbed about someone breaking into her house? Why does it feel odd to question or think about? Like it shouldn't concern her when it is undeniably deeply concerning. Why didn't it occur to her that might be part of why he's here, why he doesn't feel safe in his own skin?