The Mason children had probably never heard so much swearing as they were now. Noah smiled at the girl. She was getting worked up. That was always fun. (Her emphasis did nothing to impress the gravity of the situation on him.) "'Casually' is a stretch, I think. You seem too tense for it to be casual, but, anyway, I still stand by the fact that since the kid's not dead - by your hand or the stairs' - then you're in the clear." The boy behind him started to cry. Noah looked over his shoulder at him and shot him an annoyed look. Not that the kid noticed. He was too busy getting snot all over his sister.
"Pen the kids up somewhere, and come with me. Your glowing hands can light the way."