When she agreed to spend the night at his house, he nodded with a smile. With it already late, Arturo closed the book in his hands and simply lays it on the table where he had found it among a pile of others. As they walked out the door, he offered an idle comment, regarding her desire to sleep in something else. "I have an extra shirt you could wear. It might be a bit big, but for its purpose it should be fine."
He glanced her way for a moment, his eyes roaming down, then back up. She was small, his shirt would probably drape down to her knees at best. It was not long before they had reached his home, one of the nearest to the university. They had only passed a few others, which he had been hoping for himself... The door was unlocked and opened with an old creaking. "It's not much, but I rarely spend more than the night here."
The small cottage was almost bare. Nothing of his personal taste touched the room. The bed was made nice and neat and the fire was already going, though by now it had died down to embers. "The shirt is in the chest over there at the end of the bed." He pointed out before making his way to the hearth. At first he drew an arrow to lightly nudge some of the embers to allow heat to escape. Then, he placed a few of the nearby split logs onto the rack. It seems if she decided to change, he would remain at the fire, poking and prodding with the tip of an arrow, stoppign only long enough to make sure the shaft and head did not burn.
He glanced her way for a moment, his eyes roaming down, then back up. She was small, his shirt would probably drape down to her knees at best. It was not long before they had reached his home, one of the nearest to the university. They had only passed a few others, which he had been hoping for himself... The door was unlocked and opened with an old creaking. "It's not much, but I rarely spend more than the night here."
The small cottage was almost bare. Nothing of his personal taste touched the room. The bed was made nice and neat and the fire was already going, though by now it had died down to embers. "The shirt is in the chest over there at the end of the bed." He pointed out before making his way to the hearth. At first he drew an arrow to lightly nudge some of the embers to allow heat to escape. Then, he placed a few of the nearby split logs onto the rack. It seems if she decided to change, he would remain at the fire, poking and prodding with the tip of an arrow, stoppign only long enough to make sure the shaft and head did not burn.