Balthazar pauses as he registers the shelter. He's been camping here? With all the houses available? The angel frowns, visibly upset, but he's carrying a coffee can with radishes, dandelion greens, and crackers packed into it, as well as a bottle of tea with honey. Now it feels inadequate.

"Yes...for a few days. I'm fine." He comes over and crouches near him. "You know there's plenty of space for you in several of the houses. Not to embarrass you, but this isn't a good place to stay."