“I’m here to… rescue you?” the man in the vines below Chris’s window tries, and Chris frowns.

He says, “I’m kind of busy right now, actually, can it wait until tomorrow,” because he is, he has a whole spy network of bats to check in with now that dusk is coming, more messages to send by bird, never mind checking in on his ridiculous friends down there in the woods.

The man looks sort of crestfallen and Chris supposes that he did climb all of this way, and he does have a nice smile, so Chris relents and says, “You can wait up here if you like.”