Rufus frowned down at her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I think it may take us a while to find home." Although it was unclear if that was because of the fog or because he wanted nothing more than to take advantage of the fog and kiss her at least a hundred more times before they got her home. "But we don't have to take you home until you are ready. I'm sure your father would understand if you took shelter with my family if needed." His voice was gentle as he returned to their earlier conversation. There was nothing improper in that, he was sure. But he did know they would have to get her home at some point, even if it was the Bixby home.