Hunter's only slightly behind her, and there's a flash of gold that slams the door against the wall as he flickers into his cabin. Flapjack, still a bird on his shoulder, immediately flaps off as Hunter jogs the rest of the space to Taylor, and pauses with one foot on the porch.

"Are you, uh." His hand finds the column, toys with the vine wrapped there. "Are you okay with us being paired?"