[open -- nest]

[new_inglewoodblues]

The nest Ragnelle has been building in the woods needed a few more blankets now that the temperature has dropped a few more degrees, so this morning she was in the mansion raiding cupboards. Now she's outside in the lee of Nightingale's summer house with a basket of comforters, cutting them into pieces with a little knife so they'll be easier to incorporate, like leaves in a squirrels' nest. The time indoors has warmed her up, and her hands move quickly with the knife.

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[temnota]

Aleksander was afraid of few people but he was wary of her. He was not looking to start any trouble but he had the very real sense that if he did, there was a good chance he would not finish it.

"I am always wary," he said, trying to keep a hold on his temper. "But I will go and not trouble you further. You have nothing to fear from me."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"That's for me to decide, not thee."

[temnota]

No fights. No starting anything. He was not the monster in the woods. He could change. Hadn't he already just by being here?

He took a breath then gave her a formal, almost courtly bow. "You are right."

And with that, he turned and walked back the way he came.