Eumenes had seen the homeless in the streets when he first came to Westcrown, of course. But he had not known what he was seeing. In the Summerlands there are no dangers outside, not even at night, so there is no reason not to sleep outside. Eumenes slept under the stars often, when he was seven.

But now it is raining. It is raining miserably, and his silk clothes are muddy, and even though Eumenes is a soldier of heaven, his lip quivers as he walks back to the inn. He is rushing, but not so badly that he does not notice that there are still people huddling outside, under awnings that cannot really keep them dry. 

He stops.

"Good Alfonso," he asks one of his guards, "Why have they not gone inside? The babies will catch cold." There are no colds in the Summerlands, but his valet is very often telling him he will catch cold, and once he actually did, so he knows it to be a very real concern here.