Jory carries his own clothes back to their rooms, while Kelyn hoists her box up cheerfully, trotting along in front. "Are you sure you're all right with that?" he asks, although he knows it's a silly question given what she was carrying before. "It's not like it's far." Inside the room, he sits down to pull on his shoes and gaiters. Kelyn puts the box down. "You did bring the ragwort bottles, didn't you?" he asks, suddenly worried. Kelyn pats the box. "They're in here." Then she pauses. "Jory, I was wondering - could I keep one, please?" "For magic?" He isn't surprised. "I'll be careful!" "I wouldn't have any if you hadn't rescued them," he points out. "Just don't start any more fires!"