He mentions the copious abodes in the moor with a lifted brow. She looks thoughtful for a moment, mulling it over. If she claimed one of the dens as her own then it certainly would be a more permanent thing, wouldn't it? She shudders suddenly and swallows hard, her smile fades for a moment as they sit up. Her ears pushed back and forth and back and forth again. She focused instead on the prospect of the invitation and she immediately brightened.
She leans her nose into his cheek, "Only if it's a true invitation with no regrets. I don't see the harm in spending a night or two in yours. Maybe more sounds fun." She responds with a tease and her own smirk. She hates staying in one place for too long and overstaying a welcome was high on her list of taboos!
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