"Those aren't yours." The crone finally noticed what he was wearing; they looked nothing like what Eric would normally wear, even if it was old or ruined in a fight. She patted his thigh and eased back into the water, happy that he was here, perhaps more than a little pleased with his reaction.
"I will never know. He was of this place." She wasn't sure if the other place had vampires, but she was certain he was not like any she'd met before. Finally with a sigh, she sat up enough to grab soap that was sitting to the side and offered it to the Viking. The water in the tub rolled slightly as the cabin started to walk the Park. The crone seemed almost comforted by the hint of rocking motion.
"We could try binding you to it." She looked up at the roof of the cabin. "It has never known a master. It has had very few inside it other than me. I don't remember how or when, only that it is mine. It is what it needs to be. But, if you are to be with me for long, this will be a place of power you must be part of, should I ever...need assistance."