Courfeyrac didn't say anything right away, but he was smiling sheepishly. He hadn't intended for anyone to be hurt by their traps. It was easier to think of enemies as abstract rather than to think of them as living, breathing people.

The trip back to the camp was a brief one, but it did meander a bit. Max had done her best to safeguard their supplies and tent and it was important to keep those securities in tact. At last, they were inside the barricade, with a single person tent and sleeping back spread out and their boxes of supplies stacked in an orderly fashion.

"Please, make yourself at home, monsieur."