Kagerou? Krok frowns faintly. He remembers… someone… he was so tired at the time. Wings and a frightened face. Lonely.

"No, no, please," Krok says hurriedly, "don't go. Come in?" Kagerou, new to the city a month or two past, he thinks. Flighty and twitchy and alone in the world and too raw for an exhausted Krok to help at the time. And even now, he's still a mess.