“…I’ve kept them separate, to be honest. Cats eat songbirds frequently. She may be well-behaved usually, but I’d rather not chance it.” He looked over to Hakuba. “Are you okay? You look cold.”
“That’s probably for the best, that… and me?” Hakuba chuckled grimly, rubbing at the still damp sleeves of his shirt.
“This… last trip to London was more exhausting than most, and I haven’t quite recovered. I’d hoped that walking here would do me some good, but I’ve only managed to get stranded here in the middle of a bloody thunderstorm. I keep worrying that I’m wasting your time and all I can think about otherwise is my fireplace back home. God, and what I wouldn’t give for a cup of tea."