There is a watcher for this busyness, in the form of an ageless sidhe king dressed head-to-toes in black with sloe eyes taking in the motions made. He's waiting by the door, unobtrusive as he follows each human in their turns. Of course he'd be here today; it is the solstice, after all.

"Shall I take it this is your version of pushing back the year-ending darkness?"