He knew she would live. Janus didn't know why, but he couldn't imagine the innkeeper giving in. Alistair took his leave and scaled down the house, while Janus continued with his work. He had only one window left. It was bothersome moving the rope because of the unorthodox way in which he had pinned it to the wood of the inn, but he managed to take all the nails out and move it. He nailed the rope down to the roof above the final window. He felt uneasy looking at the rope below him. There wasn't a thing holding it to the roof but a single nail, and it was fluttering in the wind below him. It would take more than one trip. Nevertheless, he climbed down and fumbled trying to install the shutters with one hand. He got the frame in, then went back to get the actual shutters. He put those in, and that's when his hands slipped and the wind rushed at him. Janus' heart skipped a beat as the ground rushed towards him.<br/><br/>He rolled over in the air in order to prevent himself from landing on his neck, and put his left arm down in front of him. Janus landed on his arm with all of his force. There was no blood, no sign of an accident, but Janus winced at the pain. He looked up from his fallen position on the ground to see the wind had pushed him a surprising distance away from the edge of the inn, at least ten, fifteen feet. He pushed himself to his knees with his good hand, and brushed the grass with his other. He felt nothing but pain. A fracture, most likely, but nothing life-threatening. He looked up at the inn wall to see a single window without shutters. The wood pile was never brought in either. He had so much unfinished business, he realized, both personal and work-wise. He stood up, groaning, deciding it was time to retire to the inn.<br/><br/>'Well, I got a good deal compared to Roweena...' Janus thought as he returned to the inn to reunite with the others.