[This is not a conversation that Kit is meant to overhear, and he knows it, but there's also no way for him to extract himself from the situation without making it patently obvious that yes, he's heard every word. He stays put a few more seconds, deliberating in the dark and the silence over what the hell he's supposed to do now, then swings his legs over the side of the bed and eases himself up to his feet.

There's no point in hiding it, he decides. Vandelin will know that he knows the second they next see each other. Better get it out of the way now.

He takes a step towards the ladder leading downstairs; the creak of the floorboards enough to indicate that someone is awake, and moving around.]