September forces his eyes open again. The boy is right, of course, even though there isn't nearly as much evidence of spirits and daemons indoors, it is not something that can be ruled out entirely. He looks about, trying to sense them, but his telepathy is spotty at best right now (though better than it was).

Only then does the thought come to him that the child had been wandering the corridors alone. He looks down at him, head tilting.

"Why are you out here?" he asks, and one could swear there was a curious tone to his voice. Maybe.