“Yeah, that! And I tooootally get why you’d want to do that!” the stag said. Handy could vaguely hear him mutter something else, but it didn’t translate well through three inches of wood. “But you’ve kinda been up here a while…” Handy blearily looked at the window. Nope, still closed, still that half-light of early evening sneaking in under the cover of the drapes. He must’ve only gotten a wink of sleep. Not that he could tell really.