Zavien
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times
He nodded his head at her words, certain they could never have too many healers with the coming times. It was also something she could do, something to keep her from feeling helpless or lost, and Zavien smiled as he squeezed her hand. "That's the spirit."
Determined to keep the vibes positive, he turned his attention to the part of the house they still had yet to explore. "Sure." Leading her forward, they passed a small bathroom next to the stairs before making their way up. The new wood didn't creak or groan at his weight, and the lighting didn't flicker or dim along the way. When he made it to the top, they were greeted by a single bedroom with a small dresser and if you guessed it good for you one solitary bed.
It immediately had his head reeling with possibilities and worries and arrangements. There hadn't been a couch, but he thought the floor might work with a blanket or two, but would he sleep in here or in the living room? Or maybe they could scrounge up enough money to make a pillow wall - even though he didn't think the bed was quite big enough for that. Maybe he should just -
His concern for the sleeping situation made him laugh without warning, thick with amusement and perhaps a touch inappropriate considering their overall situation.
Clearing his throat, he stole a glance at Lena while he randomly found the blank walls extremely interesting. "Sorry. You know... it's kind of funny that my only worry last week was whether or not I was going to make a fool of myself at the inn." And now they were standing in King's End with no feasible plans to return home anytime soon. How cruel the world could be.
Determined to keep the vibes positive, he turned his attention to the part of the house they still had yet to explore. "Sure." Leading her forward, they passed a small bathroom next to the stairs before making their way up. The new wood didn't creak or groan at his weight, and the lighting didn't flicker or dim along the way. When he made it to the top, they were greeted by a single bedroom with a small dresser and if you guessed it good for you one solitary bed.
It immediately had his head reeling with possibilities and worries and arrangements. There hadn't been a couch, but he thought the floor might work with a blanket or two, but would he sleep in here or in the living room? Or maybe they could scrounge up enough money to make a pillow wall - even though he didn't think the bed was quite big enough for that. Maybe he should just -
His concern for the sleeping situation made him laugh without warning, thick with amusement and perhaps a touch inappropriate considering their overall situation.
Clearing his throat, he stole a glance at Lena while he randomly found the blank walls extremely interesting. "Sorry. You know... it's kind of funny that my only worry last week was whether or not I was going to make a fool of myself at the inn." And now they were standing in King's End with no feasible plans to return home anytime soon. How cruel the world could be.
