"Slightly hidden, but in the same area," Waver said quietly. He didn't volunteer where he had been sleeping (very much no where in particular), and he knew that in his youth, he'd balk at the notion of sleeping in the stables. Now it sounded like the greatest luxury in the world, minus the additional grooming time for his hair.

"You've settled for sleeping in stables?" he followed up, a laugh threaded in the question. "Is it more comfortable than the Mackenzie's floor?"