What a welcome thing the turn of her voice to both scolding and stratagem in turn is now. His hands shift, thumb covering over her scar as she briskly turns her attention to the chickens.

"Aye, that's wise," Ellis tells her. He would have gone if she'd asked him, but there's no reason to say as much now. Whatever he intended to say breaks on a short, hitching laugh, Ellis' head ducking as he clears his throat to add, "Especially as I don't think the chickens would be happy anywhere but here."