Adam knew exactly what he wanted right now. Some of those things, he couldn't have, but the rest... The Barns was the closest thing he had to home here, too, but he hadn't wanted to ask. He hadn't wanted to make any assumptions when everything had been tossed in the air.

It was hard to imagine the Barns without everything that made it Ronan's home in it, but mattresses and crates reminded him of his place at the church. They could get furniture eventually, he was sure of it, and until then, it was the people that made a home, anyway.

Looking down at Anvil, he scritched her head. "I'll have to move my things over," he said. All he had was a trunk and some clothes, at least.