Sunbeam Lair Where Will Home Be?

Much to her relief, the male did not chase her away, nor did he even bother getting up. Something about his speech reminded her of home, perhaps that's why she let her guard down more than usual. I see, many thanks, Howl. You may call me Ira. The Count let her eyes sweep the cave until she picked out a spot she considered suitable for her to rest in. Despite the man's kindness, she would still shield her injured leg to avoid showing her obvious weakness, even with it visibly healed.

The elements are not forgiving as of late. Winter is here in it's fullest. Perhaps Howl did not wish to speak, he too could be a weary traveler. Yet, it only felt right to leave room to converse should he choose to. What brings you here?