Autor purses his lips at her gesture. It may as well have been signal fires lit across a countryside.

The boy picks up his pace, and manages to get to the door before them. With one last thank you to Gideon, he opens the door for the two lagging behind him.

It's winter in Vane, and Autor's under dressed, as usual. He'd also expected to be back at the dorms by now. He's surprised that he can see his breath. Shivering, he leans against the shop wall and curls his hands around a hand warmer which he retrieves from his pocket.

"Well?" he asks the couple smoothly. He doesn't care much who answers.