Pell loops an arm around Flick, hoping it would be comforting for both of them despite his next words. "No, we're not." It's just the truth. "One way or another... I doubt he can reach us here, but this place isn't safe in general. The monsters you arrived with were tamer than usual, and things go wrong here all the time in other ways."

He sighs, then shakes off the memory of those eyes and forces a smile, pulling away just enough to see Flick's face. He doesn't ask about Cal. He doesn't ask about the things Flick didn't show him, the gaps he could sense. He just tilts his head to the rest of the house. "We have an empty room. Let me show it to you, you might feel better if you're nesting." The smile turns more genuine -- he can picture Flick fixing the place up.