Dain laughs softly. "Something like that."

This might turn into a proper conversation, instead of a simple passing of boats in the night. Dain is quiet for a moment, looking down at the cover of the book he's treated less than respectfully, and he pulls together enough composure to be fairly sure he won't give himself away. He is tired, he needs to remember that -- but there's no reason a Shepherd wouldn't be happy to have a discussion with a vicar.

"I'll stay here a little longer," he says, "if that's all right with you. But surely you need your sleep. Your mornings are always so busy."