He nodded, standing by the bed. Not a pallet of straw but... some thing of wood and softness that smelled clean and interesting. Bae wanted to look at it, wanted to look around the whole room... but he didn't dare. He wasn't taking his eyes off his father. Not for one moment. If another portal opened under one of them, they were going together. He had already cost his father this year apart, he was not going to let him suffer any more. Not when the magic was his fault in the first place; not when he was the one who made his father give it up.