They haven't spoken too much in the weeks since they started rooming together. This morning, Colin has woken up a little late and is in a rush, hurriedly piling blankets on the bed and pulling on an overtunic. His hair is an absolute mess, and that's the next thing he starts working on, gently, with his fingers, before starting to yank it all into a single braid.

On the bed, his pillow is askew, revealing a very large chef's knife, about a quarter-inch unsheathed from the night's tossing and turning.