"No need to bother the squirrel too much, Anya." James smiled, rustling his daughter's hair.

"Besides, we can't spend too much time here. We still need to find a place to sleep for the night. Though at this rate, I fear we may be left with a barn." he stated with a sigh. "I'm sorry, Anya, but if we don't find something soon, we won't be much more comfortable than normal."

He peered at the front windows. "Well at least it isn't raining."