Eric watched the blood seep in. He realized it was something more than that, though. Absorption more than seeping. He looked to the floor and saw that the same thing had happened there.
"Move..." Eric tried to think of some place, but didn't know where to direct the thing. "forward a few steps."
It wasn't really asking, true, but Eric felt if he were to be a master to this house, he shouldn't be asking it much of anything at all past being accepted. A master did not seek permission nor take refusals.
Though, he was beginning to think he'd taken the wrong route of things. The cabin sat quietly long enough for Eric to be ready to be polite- or more polite - and then it moved.