The offered bite doesn't go unnoticed, and though Peggy's curiosity is even further piqued, that's not the important part right now.

The important part is the tiny voice calling out to them in response to Dorian from behind a closed door. Peggy keeps her torch at the ready, but makes her way over, just as it opens the tiniest crack, and a young kedan boy, no older than eleven or twelve, peers out. When he sees neither of the moving bodies in his house are jiangshi, he clambers out, and without really thinking, grabs at the edge of Peggy's coat, but she's not particularly fazed by the gesture. It's probably something of a comfort for the kid.

She lifts her torch a little higher, just in case, then turns to Dorian. "To the palace?"