"They haven't told us to leave yet," he answered softly. He finished off the braid he was working on and moved to another section of hair. "They would have told us if they wanted us to do something." He wasn't really sure how he knew, but he did, with a certainty that was lacking in pretty much everything else that crossed his mind.

They were watching, he knew that. And if they wanted them to stop doing what they were doing, there was nothing Frankie and Henry could do to refuse them. He scowled a little at the thought, but didn't say it aloud. They were listening, and he didn't want to disturb the calm he and Henry had created in their little nest.