She knew that giving up her room meant that she was going to stay in his. She also knew that he knew. Her eyes were still closed, and she smiled like a contented kitten. When nothing needed to be said, she didn't say anything. Abaratian magic all had a verbal component, and one of the tenants of incantors and incantatrixes was to hold words sacred. She tried not to say things she didn't mean, or that didn't need to be said.
His room suited her tastes already, and she wouldn't have asked him to put much of her things into it anyway. Kissing him gently, she moved a tiny bit closer. "It'll give the dogs more room too."