“Dinna fash, lass... um, worrry. Dinna worrry. The Winter Solstice begins at 10:27 tonight, so I have aboot fifteen minutes before I need t' get serious.”
Cam did not know if she would want to stay or not. It was a personal, private ritual, but Juniper had demonstrated trust and fearlessness at the haunted farmhouse. He could send her away to a safe camping experience or he could give her a choice.
“If ye would like to stay, witness the ritual... if yer interrrested, ye can,” he said, still standing in the same spot. “I canna guarantee it will be verra exciting, though, an' ye have camping plans.”
Then he waited for her to make a decision or ask any questions.