[ He earns a light laugh, a flirtatious glance eyeing him up and down as she leads him into a descent of stone stairs. ]
It's warmer down here, you'll do better with the furs. I'll take the couch.
[ Her bed is a smaller version of the large nest in the Sanctum: a lamplit pile of furs and soft cushions in no real order, large enough for either her or Owen (or both at a squeeze), amber light spilling from the lantern suspended from the cave ceiling. No shower in the small toilet en suite, addressed with a nod. ]
If you want a wash you'll have to wait until morning, [ turning to face him with his hand still clasped in hers, she finds herself of a similar height and hums with a tilt of her head, ] unless you want to risk the reptiles in the dark down by the river.
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It's warmer down here, you'll do better with the furs. I'll take the couch.
[ Her bed is a smaller version of the large nest in the Sanctum: a lamplit pile of furs and soft cushions in no real order, large enough for either her or Owen (or both at a squeeze), amber light spilling from the lantern suspended from the cave ceiling. No shower in the small toilet en suite, addressed with a nod. ]
If you want a wash you'll have to wait until morning, [ turning to face him with his hand still clasped in hers, she finds herself of a similar height and hums with a tilt of her head, ] unless you want to risk the reptiles in the dark down by the river.