“I will be careful,” he promised, looking over. “I can’t go around adding more worries to your plate. It’s pretty full.”

Raylan ran himself ragged tending his responsibilities. Malcolm knew he was one of them but he wanted to be at least as much safe space, if not more. He wanted to be a harbour when those responsibilities began to splash over his bow.

He looked up at Baneberry Hall as they drew near it.

“Some of these meds might help, too, if the doctors need to sew someone up or… more, too.”