Another nod, this one quiet, a little nervous, and Will led Marian wordlessly to the room that had been a bathroom, then a dungeon, and now was neither.
The new door had no locks or bolts on it. It opened with the simple turn of a handle, the panelled pine designed to match with the other doors in the building. A stream of pale sunlight spilled through the high windows, but Will flicked on the lights so Marian could see Elaine's work in its full glory. All four walls were covered in a joyous explosion of wildflowers in every colour, and in amongst the petals and foliage, animals darted and played: a hawk in flight, a fox crouched in the undergrowth, a cat grooming itself. The floorboards were Will's own work, honey-brown oak, sanded and varnished till the grain of the wood fairly sang.
Marian's hand was still clasped around his. Will glanced at her, unsure.