He was certainly going inside if she was, it would be the height of idiocy to stay out here in the cold when there was a warm and loving body waiting nearby. And never let it be said that Brennan was the village idiot. Climbing in after her, he looked around, it seemed smaller than he remembered. Then again, he was much larger than he used to be.
Unlike Imenry, Brennan did not have a weapon with him. As a mage, he was a weapon himself. Actually, the fact of the matter was that as a student still - and the only learner - he did not have a staff of his own yet. Instead he used a learner's staff, one of two much battered and burned staves that the temple kept. When he finally became a full mage, he was close, Ravin would present him with his staff.
There were not nearly as many staves as there were swords, so they were carefully maintained and preserved from generation to generation.
Speaking of generations... he had his own to attend to. "And? What do you think?" He asked as he closed the distance between them with a lazy smile in the corners of his lips.