"Well I don't know that he thought me taking my fathers room was the right choice," he shrugged. "But I liked it." And he'd liked the thought that he could feel somehow closer to his parents there, too. "That room at the end of the hall, that was my mothers sewing room. Can't imagine it would get much use from you," he teased.
He placed his hands over hers when they slid around his waist. He smiled when she said she'd mentioned it to Much. "Yeah? That makes it even better, then." He could have admired the cot for longer, but he had something more important to hold his attention just then. Turning around to face her, he leaned down to kiss her, his arms sliding around her to hold her in the best embrace they could manage just now. After only a moment, he felt something between them, a movement. He almost dismissed it but then he felt it again, unmistakable. Leaning back enough to meet her gaze, his grin was even wider than it had been before, if that was possible.