Hushed Willows Mythic

He nodded, finding a tense knot along his spine loosening at her appraisal, not realizing how her opinion of the place worried him. "It was a logical choice for me— tucked away, shielded on all sides. The view of it is just another amenity," he remarked fondly, unwilling to hide the pride of his choice. From the corner of his steel eye, he noticed the brief tuck of her ears, and he could not stop his automatic reaction to place a fond nibble in the space behind her ear. "You are safe with me," he murmured, unaware that he was a partial source of her anxiety. "Do you have an appetite? Or would you prefer just to rest? It is still a ways to the heart of my home... we may rest out here, if you feel the want for a break." There was much he wished to talk with her about, but he was cautious first of her mood. Not only was she hormonal, she was also exhausted both physically and emotionally. The last thing he wanted to do was to pressure her further with his own wants.