And even though she was used to it... At home. At their lovely home on 42 Unicorn Street. Here... it felt as if it was out of the blue. No one helped her here. No one had ever helped her while she lived here and men certainly didn't help here.

So she gaped at him for a moment as her brain took a moment to catch up with her instincts. "You want..."?" And then she remembered herself and shook her head a little and blushed. "You could bring some more wood in and you could put our bags -"

And there she stopped again. Where should he put their bags? It made sense to use the big bedroom, but that was John's room. Or, at best, Johns's and Leah's room. She'd never really slept there. She'd done her wifely duty and once John was done she'd gone back to her little cot in the alcove. And even when it was just her she'd stayed there despite there being a number of bedrooms to choose from.

Still, she was pretty sure Gladio wasn't going to fit on her little cot. She barely did herself.

"I guess you can leave them in the living room to the right there till I figure things out."