It's good luck that even if Vervain could remember everyone who'd slept on the premises for the duration of the cold snap (which, truth be told, he's a fair chance of doing), he's no intention of sharing the exact disposition of them all and just who ended up using the vestry to bunk down. There'd be an explanation owed if he couldn't get all the magpie feathers up, of course. But that could wait until morning, or after--once he's fetched another blanket for Tuo, he's quick to bid both friend and Shepherd a good night and get back to his duties.

It wasn't, after all, like the dark makes much difference to him.

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True to his promise to Alvi, though, he's back before matins with the bag of wormy acorns. Not having much of an idea where Tuo might be in the vestry, and not wanting to wake his friend besides, he leans just far enough through the doorway to set the bag on the floor--

And gets a look of absolute vexation on his face.

"Oh, Earth's bones," mumble grumble, "they couldn't just all be rotted, could they."

Now he's going to have to pick out the good ones. Couldn't give food fit for humans to the beasts--sorry, Alvi.

Sighing, he plunks down on the floor of the vestry--mindful of the doorway--and begins digging through the bag. Bird food to the right, people food to the left...