The crone laughed, finding her feet and moving to the vampire. She set the knife down, not thinking of it again. It had worked. She saw no reason to make a diagram, not once they were actually working the magic. Simple was always better when dealing with simple, primal things she supposed.
"Find somewhere quiet." She didn't ask. Nor did she have the same tone as the Viking. She had centuries with it when he had only moments. Her attention was on the vampire.
"This means you will have to visit it." It seemed a bit of burden, but the cabin had grown on her, even when it was being obstinate. She ignored the way the floor rocked a little while the cabin started for the group of trees it liked to rest by.
"It also means, all you must do is ask for the door. Touch the outside wall, and ask. Or think about it. Though the thing does like hearing the requests." She gave the floor a soft stomp, but nothing that would hurt it.
"Now, come to bed." Her hands slid to his, pausing only to squeeze it. She walked away, licking at the blood on her hand absently. "Get out of those clothes." She was already removing her shift. It wasn't so much that she had intentions for something more to happen, but she did like skin to skin contact. And, she might have had a few small ideas for presleeping activities.
"You should be dressed as a king perhaps." She was speaking about the wedding. By now, as the cabin wasn't that large, she was already climbing into bed.