[At this point, Laura does little with all that space besides exist in it. She has considered, in very general terms, the possibility of purchasing additional furnishings for the room, but she only knows what belongs in the bedrooms rented at inns, not in real homes--and she would prefer not to pattern her room off the rented sort. And if she had to leave Kirkwall, as still seems probable, she would have to leave it all behind.
At this moment, she exists in the empty room with him, which feels right and--for her, at least--not awkward. It seems self-evident that they are not going to have sex or fall asleep, which makes the bed irrelevant as a bed. It is essentially a sofa.
He smiles at her, and she feels her lips curve up, too, just slightly. (It does not always feel like it's her smiling; she does not feel like a person who smiles. But around Matthias, she is. Somewhat.) She is about to suggest that he open his gift first, so she will know sooner if he dislikes it, when she finally recognizes what he's trying to say.]
This is from Mhavos. [Reaching for the little card on the box, she examines it, her brows knitting.] He gave you a gift to give to me?
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At this moment, she exists in the empty room with him, which feels right and--for her, at least--not awkward. It seems self-evident that they are not going to have sex or fall asleep, which makes the bed irrelevant as a bed. It is essentially a sofa.
He smiles at her, and she feels her lips curve up, too, just slightly. (It does not always feel like it's her smiling; she does not feel like a person who smiles. But around Matthias, she is. Somewhat.) She is about to suggest that he open his gift first, so she will know sooner if he dislikes it, when she finally recognizes what he's trying to say.]
This is from Mhavos. [Reaching for the little card on the box, she examines it, her brows knitting.] He gave you a gift to give to me?