It's not as if Dan thinks Marcus is about to up and leave him to his own devices, after all of this is over and whatever 'normal' life in Darrow might be resumes. But he has been preparing himself for having to leave the safety and warmth, both of which have nothing to do with fireplaces and spells, of this place.

The way Marcus says it, though, Dan wonders.

He realizes that Marcus has perhaps the loveliest eyes he's ever seen.

Focusing on the conversation, on finishing his food, Dan nods. "Renegade priests helping the possessed," he murmurs. "I don't think I'm even surprised. I'm glad you weren't you there alone, at least. And I'm sure this girl, however it turns out back there, she had you, at least."

There's a feeling he'd almost classify as nerves in his stomach, and it's no doubt related to all the things he's going to think about later. After the snow.