Safety In Numbers

Spike has moved his cot into my room. He says it's to guard against foalnapping changelings. I did not protest. What's left unsaid is who's watching over who. Truth be said, we're watching over each other. It's been a while since we've slept in the same room like this but I find the sound of Spike's even breathing reassuring. I go to bed late and Owlowiscious has been timing his return from his night prowls to follow me when I go to turn in. He perches high up on a bookcase and spends the rest of the night watching over us.