Val again drums his fingers against his cheek, thoughtfully. He remains where he is, posed with his elbow leaning against the crate, looking at Wysteria. The little wrinkle upon her forehead, the pink in her cheeks.

"Well!"

He sits back abruptly and gives the top of the rough case a smack. Ruadh's ears turn forward, pricked with interest at this new and striking sound.

"I had thought to save this but I am growing tired of waiting for that moment." A grunt, as he resumes pulling at the case. Their little cabin is quite narrow. If they wanted to take all of their things out from beneath the bed, they would have to open the door and use the hallway as a sort of staging area. Fortunately this case is likewise quite narrow, and--once it has been pulled free--just fits in the space between the door and the bed itself.

"Have you a knife?"