Bran nods, and will begin describing each of his encounters with the cave-sleeper, dredging up every detail he can recall. It will take a while to convey all of this information, and Thia will head upstairs to go to sleep not long after Bran begins his exposition.

Kiritsugu likes talking to Bran. He has experience, he's clear with the information he has, and after a while Kiritsugu has a basic idea in his head of what he wants. 

"Is there anything else you need just... around the house?" he asks. 

"I'm not sure. Mother and Ira are more often the ones who think of what to ask for on wishing night." Bran scratches his chin thoughtfully as he considers it. "I don't think of any of the gardening tools or cooking equipment are broken at the moment. Our clothing is in reasonably good repair. The chickens and garden are all healthy. I don't suppose you have some kind of balm for my mother's wrists?" He continues thinking for a moment before coming to a realization. "Ah! Once we've seen what we can about the cave-sleeper tomorrow, you might share some stories you know? I'm sure it would delight mother and Ira both, and might help inspire my niece's doll-making. Perhaps you could even join us in that? Ira and I could teach you if you don't already know how to."

"If your world had pulled in nearly any other spellcaster I could help with her wrists, but unfortunately I have no strength in healing magics. I'm sorry." 

He perks up a little at the idea of storytelling and dollmaking. It's something he can do, after all. "I would be delighted. I don't know that many happy stories, though. I'm sorry." 

Bran smiles at that. "That's alright. If all goes well this year, we will have the wish to spare to heal her then, and while Ira especially prefers happy stories, even she knows they can't all be happy."

Then, unless there's other preparation Kiritsugu needs him for, Bran will start cleaning up the bowls and utensils and cooking pot from supper, heading outside through the greenhouse briefly to discard any food scraps into the compost pile, and then start preparing for sleep.

Kiritsugu squashes the urge to help. 

"Where is the guest room?" he asks. He should at least try to rest. 

"Follow me."

Bran will lead Kiritsugu up the stairs to the second floor of the foyer, There are three doors, and Bran walks over and opens the one farthest from the stairs, revealing a relatively sparse bedroom. There's a fairly large bed, a wardrobe, a chest at the foot of the bed, a nightstand with a candle, and some shelves along the wall holding woodcarving and clothesmaking tools, scraps of fabric, thick dowels of wood, and a few roughed-out blank dolls.

"Thank you." Kiritsugu says. "I'm going to try... I'm going to try to sleep."

The moment Bran leaves he's going to pass out on the bed without taking off his clothes, possibly over the covers.

"Good night. I hope you find some rest here." Bran says, then closes the door.

It's a very nice bed. If Kiritsugu manages to sleep through the night, he will be awoken in the pre-dawn by either gentle rapping on the bedroom door, or else by Bran entering the room.

He's awoken by Bran entering the room, most likely. 

He dreams, unfortunately. He dreams of a pile of pale bodies, of hands reaching out for him, of a thing with the face of his wife and children begging him to stay with them forever and watch the world burn to bitter ashes. 

He does not wake up screaming, but only because he's used to dreams like that. Instead, if anyone is watching, they can see him sort of lurch into wakefulness, as though he is fleeing from something. 

Bran’s eyes are sharp, so he probably catches that jolt. “I hope you slept well, Emiya. I’ve prepared a small breakfast downstairs, and then we should head out.”

"Sounds good," Kiritsugu says. "I will be down in a moment." 

He doesn't comment on the quality of his sleep.

Bran will not voice his concern, but he is concerned!

He will leave the room and head downstairs, leaving Kiritsugu alone in the room for the moment. Keen senses can tell him that Thia and Ira are not moving around in the house, and thus are presumably still asleep in the implicitly non-guest bedroom.

Kiritsugu checks the drawers for clean clothes. Assuming they're there, he's going to change and make his way downstairs. 

He should brush his teeth, but he didn't have a toothbrush on him when he fell into this world and he doesn't know if they have those here. 

There are indeed several clean outfits in the wardrobe, though they're rather...traditional might be one way to put it? All cotton and linen and wool and leather. They all wear quite loosely at first, but each piece of clothing has straps or buttons or ties to adjust the fit, so Kiritsugu can get them all comfortable and functional in a moment.

Downstairs, the hearth is still burning happily away, it's strange attentive presence falling on Kiritsugu's shoulders now that he was once again within its sight. Bran is seated at the table, where two plates on which simple meals of fried egg and something that looks like parsnip, and two cups which emanate a powerful herbal aroma. Bran seems to be waiting for Kiritsugu before eating.

Kiritsugu smiles in thanks and sits down to eat. 

"Thank you," he says. 

He has the gun out again, where he can see it but also not on his body. He has the bullets in an easily accessible part of his clothes, and will not be loading the gun until strictly necessary. 

Bran smiles at that. "My pleasure, Emiya."

The two will in all likelihood eat their breakfasts quietly and quickly. They have a mission today, and soon, so there is no time to dawdle. The food is basic but nourishing, the herbal tea pungent and vitalizing. It is a practical meal.

Once they've finished, Bran will take the plates and cups and set them on the cabinet next to the greenhouse door to clean later, then collects Kiritsugu and leads him out of the house.

"The cave-sleeper should still be asleep, but it sometimes wakes early for one reason or another, so we will travel along the edge of the trees to minimize its potential cover."

"Do you know why it terrorizes you so much?" 

"My mother says that it seeks vengeance on her, for taking the hearth-flame from its cave when she first came here. I do not know if I believe that, though. She also says that there was no one else here when she came, and given the rate of other people coming here, the only reason I can imagine there wouldn't have been other people is if the cave-sleeper killed them."

"Oh," Kititsugu says. "The hearth does not seem to mind your company." 

He is reminded of Prometheus, of angry gods angry because they have nothing else to be. 

Bran nods. "The hearth's moods are mysterious, even to me, but broadly I agree. I think it disliked its time with the cave-sleeper, if it can be said to like or dislike things in a way we might understand."

"I am glad to hear that."

He can only hope he doesn't damage it with his wishes, as he has done to other engines like it. "How close are we?"

"We are still fairly far away. The cave where it sleeps is on the opposite side of the trees from our home. The sun will likely be above the horizon by the time we arrive. The cave's mouth is on the western face of the hill, so if nothing has gone awry the cave-sleeper will still not be awake."

They left when the world was still cast in the faint blue light of the pre-dawn, and while the world has brightened, the sun still has not shown itself.

"A long trek," Kiritisugu says, amiably. "I usually have motor vehicles for this sort of journey, but I do not trust them to function in this place if summoned." 

He has tried one spell, whatever. A leather waterskin appears in his hands, heavy with liquid. Fascinating. He meant to summon a water bottle.

"I can't blame my mother for putting her home as far from the cave-sleeper's as she could." Bran nods. "And, I'm not terribly familiar, but I know from my mother's stories that such machines be loud at times, so it may be for the best that we must make our way on our feet."