Thank you.

[ squeezing his hand again, and then releasing him, putting a hand on his shoulder before leading the way to a small inn of some sort. it's home-run and terribly quaint, and the owner apologizes over and over and scurries to give them the best room which is really just. big. but nothing too extraordinary about it, really.

and then she's leaving and they're alone and Sigmund's sitting on the single (small) bed looking at him. ]