"White people die from magic shit in the woods," Kira grouses back, squeezing the hand in his grip and by no means letting him go while the trees rattle in the wind and hail alike. "We're supposed to be smarter than this, we're supposed to stick together."

It doesn't take long to march Ravi back to the house, though there's a bit of a mad dash through the thinning trees to the back steps, and the house is quiet save for Aurora's whines from his room. Better she be terrified and pissing on his floor than out in it, he reasons. "Your hat wasn't attractive on Davey Crockett and it isn't now," he says, shoving the door shut behind them, dripping mud and rain onto the kitchen floor. "And you're welcome."