Morag stopped outside his bedroom door and turned to face him. Even with her heels, she had to look up into his face. Again, that mixed feeling came -- she liked that she had to look up, and it also bothered her to some extent -- but she pushed the thought out of her head. She was pleased to hear the sarcastic tone in his voice had gone for the moment, though. "Yes, I... we have elves. They're sisters and they've been serving the MacDougals for generations." She reached into the pocket of her skirt and produced an elaborate silver key, then unlocked the door behind her.
"This is your room." The house elf had already been in and out; a pair of blue and white striped pajamas were folded neatly on the bed, and wisps of steam were wafting from the bathroom, hinting at a hot bath waiting. She stepped over the threshold but moved no further, waiting for Kevin to enter. Morag suddenly remembered the key in her hand, and she held it out to her fiance. "Welcome home."