"Ain't the world's biggest bed, but we can fix that soon 'nough. Trees all 'round, I got plenty t'build it with."

He glances over his shoulder.

"But s'comfortable, yeah."

They're nearing the stables, and aside from a few horses who always stay outside, the paddocks are empty and quiet. He reaches down to his hip, once they reach the doorway.

(The smile on his face fades to a neutral expression as they both quiet and slip inside. They've got work to do.)