On the other side of that door the halls were quiet, everyone seemed to be hunkered down and waiting even if they should have been waking and feeding at this time. There was a storm coming, so that was perhaps wisest.

The small kitchen was Khemrys's domain at the circus, where she felt most secure and thus where she was with her two children in arms and the twins babbling a mixed up, terrified version of events at different levels. She was trying to follow and Requiem was inviting Trevor to settle on one of the couches and quietly thanking him for taking care of his sister.