"I don't think so? But, I don't have a lot of things to actually steal, so. That might be it. Or, not a lot of things I'd miss."

Honestly, the spirits or whoever was out there, grabbing things, could have packed down most of the cabin and Quentin wouldn't have known. Not unless someone pointed it out very loudly or shoved something of him in to his hands.

There were more important things to worry about, and he throws another half-longing, half-scared look at the woods.

"But you've found most of yours? That's great."