There were few people in he world who could brighten up a room simply by being inside of it quite like Helga. With a chuckle he stumbled back a bit to catch her in the embrace, rolling his eyes good-naturedly at her comment about his distinguished looks. "You are too kind," he said, setting her down (for if she allowed it, said embrace definitely involved a bit of a spin-around.)
Godric listened on in amusement as she talked about her room. "Imagine what it was like when Salazar and I first woke here," he laughed, recalling it. "We were much younger then. I believe we tried to kill each other in the great hall, thinking the other was our attacker and kidnapper. Rowena gave us both quite the lecture for that one..." he shrugged. "But yes, this was your room before. At one time, the four of us built this castle, as a sort of — well, not a replacement for Hogwarts, but to make the village feel more like home."
He shifted on the bed a bit and sat back casually against the wall. There were very few, if any, formalities between himself and the others; so close was their bond and friendship that to be anything but utterly comfortable around each other seemed ridiculous, Godric thought. "I am so glad to see you back — and there are many who reside within this village who would say the same, even those who are not from our time."