He sighed quietly, if she thought her presence in his bed would make it easier to deal with, she was wrong. He foresaw a great many sleepless nights in front of him. Yet, he still wouldn’t change this move. He would find a way to make it work, for both their sakes.
He fell quiet, pilling the heavy pot up the hill, until they arrived at the varanda of their den. Opening the door, he moved first to the left. Where supplies were kept. It would make a good work room for her cooking, if she chose to. There were even natural vents that could be used for smoke.
Placing the pot down, he moved the small sled to the side for now. He could take it back down later. “Make yourself at home, Isa. Andy’s den is down the coriander to the end on the right. To the left is a vacant room, here is currently storage - but we could turn it into a workshop for you, and our den is to the right.” He said, leading the way into his space. It was the first time he had taken a woman into the space that had been his and Zee’s. He paused on the threshold, his eyes glancing up to the small alcove where Zee had slept during his night terrors. It was dusty, now.
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