[It feels strange, planning to go help themselves to a place that must have been someone's home at some point, but— given that this place is a ghost town, it doesn't really count as trespassing, does it? She nods in agreement, following whatever direction he gives as they make their way there. Anyplace quiet will do, and she'll be glad to have a roof over their heads.]

I'll keep an ear out for anything people might send over the bracers— once we get there, you can just focus on taking some time.

[She steals another sideways glance, catching the barest glimpse of the ends of those clawmarks once more.]

Your face... was that from the shattered glass, or did the bears do something?