“There is nothing out there in the dark,” he said. “Nothing worth being frightened over.” He stomped his heels to push his feet into all the proper corners of his hard leather boots, stood and smoothed down the front of his rough breeches, smiling. He slung his coat around his shoulders and didn’t bother with the top button, the fur collar brushing his ears. Thumbing the latch, he held the door open for a long minute before he stepped out and let it fall shut behind him.
And coming back inside, buttons done up tight, chin down into the fur, he said nothing.