Morgan tried to think of what he would want someone to do, if Simon was in the boy's place. Of course, he wouldn't have let his slave get stranded out in a storm, but that was beside the point.
"Well, you can't stay down here," he said. "Not that I don't trust you but really, I don't know you. That and I'm pretty sure it would invalidate my insurance. Morgan toyed thoughtlessly with his earlobe, a tic that he picked up when he was thinking.
"If you can help me carry up some food, you can stay on the couch upstairs. Just until the storm passes."