[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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[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.