"I can help to pick them up," I offered. "It wouldn't hurt me, and it'll give me something to do in the meantime while you're repairing the premises." Also, it allowed me time to think about an alternative to Darach's proposal. Even with Fangborne in crisis, he still deserved a proper answer.
"Don't be ridiculous," Blaise said in horror. "Our grounds are vast, you would take an entire year to comb through them alone."
"I highly doubt that it would take that long," I said dryly. "I work fast."
"Not to mention that it's dangerous," Damon growled. "They could simply be lying in wait for a second chance. If there's anyone who should be picking up these gifts, it should be Darach."
"You want to make the werewolf that just lost his wolf pick up tiny bombs?" I shook my head in disgust at Damon's words. "I cannot believe you."
"It was a joke," Damon grumbled, mollified. "Why are you so overprotective of him?"