A thread breaking wasn't really Tony's concern, he was used to that kind of break, though Lark thinking to answer him that way did now make him concerned that whatever magic was in the blanket was that tenuous, and he glanced down at at like it was challenging him again. Maybe it would just be a normal, unenchanted blanket if he neglected to mention a frayed edge to Lark.

He finally released one arm from the bundle to return to leading her toward the fire, where he had to pile the blanket up on the workbench to search around for that dusty tin of tea he was sure he left nearby in case anyone turned up. "Gotta be honest, that sounds pretty medieval to me. Feudalistic. If we have places like that anymore on Earth, its a bunch of monks in hidden cities, pocket dimensions. You're allowed to leave, right? You can go catch your acrobat friends down at the bar if they're in town?"