They always had more rooms then they had people, it was the way of things with a military people. You always counted less in then you took out. And the cabins leftover had a look about them that you quickly learned to recognize.

"It's a room," he told her as they walked inside. There was a hammock in one corner but otherwise it had been stripped of all items to be distributed among the rest of the clan. "Somewhere we can hold up in until this little illusion is finished."

He'd considered bodysliding her to Greymalkin or heading off to the wilderness with her, but this was probably the safest path.