Ronan's just making his way up the stairs, muscles sore from moving around piles of hay for Cinnamon. Cold as it's getting, she's spending less time outside; he's going to need to move her out to Cabeswater here soon.

He bends to pull off his boots at the top of the stairs, lifting his head when he hears Noah calling his name.

"What?" It's only then notices the kitten Noah's holding close to his chest, but his expression stays the same. "Good, you found him."