The house is quiet. As it should be, given the late hour -- or early, depending on how one looks at it. Being awake at such a time isn't uncommon for Azriel, given the nature of his job -- even though things have been in relative peace for a while now. Habits are hard to shake, especially the ones that keep others safe.

He isn't the only one awake, however -- his shadows inform him of that, silky wreathe of them as they whisper of who else has found themselves out of bed.

A couple of them slink off, back down the path in front of him, no doubt to keep them company -- and indeed they are, looping ceaslessly around their wrists, against their neck. Like a cat, seeking attention, but so gentle. With them, always gentle.

They're curled up in one of the chairs situated near the fireplace, the crackle and pop of wood as dying embers glow, persistent glimmer of red amongst powdery ash.

He clears his throat, subtle announcement of his presence before he speaks.

"You should be asleep."