Havelock's eyes blink open as soon as the motion of the cage changes - not that he was going to sleep, he doesn't sleep when the situation is less than secure. He reaches for the catch of the door, even though it won't open while still moving, and rests his hand there for the moment.

He can't see properly in the darkness again. It's a little more troubling that last time, for some reason, even though (or because, perhaps - it would make sense in many ways) he can feel the weight of the faerie close by.

The cage rattles to a halt, but Havelock pauses before opening the door.

"Be careful when getting out," he says, very soft. "If anything has broken through the doors in our absence, it may be hard to tell."