Their house is too small for them to even bother pretending that they aren't sharing the bed in the loft, and so when Ben bolts upright in panic, Kit is right beside him. He's alert, blood rushing in his ears, before Ben can even speak, and reaches in near silence for the crossbow stowed under the bed.

"Don't know," he whispers in response, then reaches for his shirt and boots. "I'm going to take a look." Hopefully whatever it is is something that will die if he fills it with enough crossbow bolts.