"Sure," Noah says, and follows the three of them on their slow pilgrimage outside. He won't say it, but Cinnamon, with her giant body, scares him a little. He never realized cows were so large, though Cinnamon seems gentle, whether by Ronan's dreaming or by a cow's innate nature. (He hasn't known any cows before.)

Once outside Noah looks up, squinting against the light, standing in the summer sun in his pajamas. "This is nice," he says absently.