I love caravan life, but the living space is such that everything is in arm's reach. [Sypha says with a wry sniff. There are so many blankets and pillows in that vardo not just for comfort's sake, but to cushion all the shit she inevitably knocks over with her own elbows.]

No, I'm glad you found the place! I've just been tweaking with those transferrence sigils. At least, in here, nothing real catches fire.