Jethro was still awake, he didn't sleep very often anyway, seated in an old patched up armchair and reading a hard cover book by the light of a single flickering candle. He was clothed in a pair of cargo pants and hiking boots with a fur lined jacket over his scarred upper body. The book he was reading was volume three of a series entitled "Nicomachean Ethics" by Aristotle.

He glanced up from his book as a scream sounded from a room nearby. It sounded like it had come from Kiara's room and, while he stopped reading, he made no move to get up. If they were under attack he would have smelt something long before now. Whatever had caused the scream was likely in the woman's own head and it was up to her to deal with it. Kiara was a grown woman, after all, not some whimpering pup that needed to have him hold her hand. If she wanted to talk he knew she'd come to him eventually, so he returned to his book.