Eric stepped through the door, looking around the cabin. He wasn't so much looking at Baba's things as he was trying to judge how the building was going to react to him being inside. It already didn't like him very much, Eric didn't know if that was jealousy or something else, but he had to wonder if it could do something about those feelings now that he was within.
"You are a living, breathing creature, you own this cabin. I am not living nor breathing, and thus need your permission." He shrugged. He didn't really know why it was that way. It just always had been.
His eyes turned to his wife-to-be, and he followed them, grasping her in a great embrace. Eric didn't need to wonder at the blood and the way she looked, he had felt it when she'd been in distress and guessed that this current fashion statement stemmed from that. He was curious as to the whole story, but right now he was glad to see that she was here, and well.
"I felt it, whatever happened to you. I would have come to find you, but then I felt you sleeping."