its just a lil dusty

In a sense, Bramble wasn't surprised that he chose her room first. Something about Quill exuded a masculine confidence that she both admired and made her insides twist with heat and anticipation. Feeling the flutter of heart in her chest, trying to climb up her throat, she nods toward his answer. "Of course. You must be starved," she teases, playful smile tweaking her lips as she walked past him and opened the door to her room. Already, her companion had laid out lunch on the lone table in her room. Drinks, mead and wine, meats, bother fresh and smoked, and even some fruits and cheeses spread over the tabletop. Enough to feed more than the both of them.

"So, this is it," Bramble says as she steps inside, moving toward the other end so that Quill had room to follow. It was spacious being that it was the corner room on the floor. Windows lined two sides, a large mirror on the wall that faced the hallway. The wall that separated their rooms had an old, tattered painting in a dirty, gilded frame, her armor and accessories, plus shelves with little trinkets and gifts she'd been given over the tears. On the far wall that she faced, double french doors were opened out onto the stone balcony that housed some ivy and flowery plants, waving in the salty, spring breeze. The wall with her bed held two stained glass windows and a shield with a crest depicting two swords and a standing bear on it, also stained and degrading from centuries of time passed. To Bramble, it was perfect, if not a tad messy.

"What do you think?" She asks, turning to look at Quill over her shoulder.