[Ain will at least help get Angelina parked in there and make sure everyone is good to go for the night before he grabs all his stuff and hauls ass inside. It's fucking cold. Like, yeah, the desert is cold, but the mountains? They're gorgeous and also not any better in terms of the temperature drop. The stables are uncomfortable for humans... not for horses, the horses will be fine with their horse blankets, but god.

The lady running the front desk this late just nods at them. Ain keeps his head down so she can't get a good glance at him and ask about the one room thing, lifting his voice an octave to sound more girlish for now while he checks in and drags them off.

Unlike with the last inn, this one is a lot nicer. It's not a presidential suite or anything, but it has a little couch on one wall and a small place to cook via a wood-burning oven. This mountain town seems to be more touristy than anything, at least until they get further up where the houses are, so it makes sense they'd want people to stay. Ain tucks his stuff into a corner by the couch and then thrusts two apples into Wolfwood's hands.

Is he still wearing that collar Ain gave him?]

Okay. Talk whenever. [Ain sits down on the bed, cradling his bruised knuckles.] Tell me why you're back, tell me why you left in the first place and are suddenly taking it back... and whatever else you feel is pertinent, I guess. Then I'll decide if I'm still heartbroken or not.