Kieren's nod feels like little more than mollification, but Sirius is willing to take it for now, letting out a breath as he presses a kiss to Kieren's cheek, ignoring the thick copper taste on his lips. Little hope is better than none at all.

"I'll go to Kell, I think," he says, decisively. "I trust him. He may not be able to do anything all on his own, but he might have ideas. But before that, we're going back home. Back to your flat. I'll not have you living out of a cave."