The cabin didn't buck or try to kick its mistress' man thing out, but it did slam the door shut with more force than necessary. Right as soon as he passed the threshold to be exact. Perhaps it was hoping to catch the man thing's ass with a well placed doorknob. In the fireplace, the fire's blaze was not at all welcoming; it seemed more angry.
"I was tired." The crone didn't collapse into the hold. She did lean into it, snuggling in as best one could to a vampire. It was surprisingly easy at times. Her eyes closed for a moment, and she just let him hold her. Her fingers found some purchase in his shirt.
"You were busy." She smelled many things on him, and something akin to sex was one of them. She'd also had some very interesting dreams. With a sigh she pulled herself away.
"I should clean up." She looked around her cabin. It seemed large and small all at the same time; it held so much, and yet there seemed to be enough room for it all without crowding the two of them. Eric wasn't exactly a small man after all. "Where is it? The tub?" She wasn't asking him.
"He can make sure I'm okay, but he can't do it if I'm covered in blood. Now, tub." As if it had been waiting for her, the tub slid out of a shadow full of steaming water. "Thank you. You may want to move, and be careful. You know you don't like water splashing around unless it's cleaning day."
She finally looked at the man she had accepted as her to be. "I apologize for..." She motioned to the cabin. "It is not all that glamorous, and it is not what some would expect." It didn't look like some angry old powerful witch, who may or may not do bad deeds and eat children, lived in it. It looked like something a woman, perhaps aged, would want and have off in a quiet corner of a wood, where she could do as she pleased even if it was a little hedge wizardry.