"It's all work, really. Work and walking around the street in the dark getting wet and cold. You're much better off tucked in your warm bed."
As Diar finds the two coppers and walks Milli to the door, Aislen eyes you over her shoulder with a skeptical expression that makes her look a lot like Diar.
"Thanks, Osberht. I'll put her to bed now," Diar says, and carries Aislen into her tiny bedroom, little more than a large closet.
You walk over and glance out the front window. Is that a patch of shadow or someone standing next to the building across the street? Is that a swirl of fog up the block or a large dog? You're glad Milli is only going downstairs. You wish you weren't going several blocks to get home. It's tempting to find somewhere else to linger, since you don't have a child waiting for you.
Diar emerges from Aislen's room and comes to stand beside you. "It's really creepy, isn't it? I keep thinking I see things in the street. Maybe it's just the fog, but…I don't know."
You nod.