"I could just wait here", Dustfinger suggested. "It's inside and it's dry."

And of course the man had already forgotten about the food. But that was okay. It was nice enough of him to let them come inside. He could hear the rain outside now. Every time it rained he hoped that his bag wouldn't get drenched down to his book. He took great care with it. For all he knew it was the only copy existing now. If it was destroyed or illegible from water, he would have no way of returning.

When he thought that, he held on even tighter than before to his bag.