It's a small space, and a mostly empty one, but there's enough there to see what it could become. Vax sprawled out on the couch, sharpening his knives, while Vex fletches arrows at the table. Candlelight and lively conversations, games of cards and mediocre cooking.

"It's very cozy." It might be bare-bones right now, but it's the skeleton of a comfortable life - one that allows for the possibility that six months in this place won't be the end of her time here. At the same time, nothing about it is so singularly nice that she couldn't leave for Tal'Dorei without hesitation. Taking a few slow steps over to a window, he looks it over, running a hand along the seam where the frame meets the wall, squinting at the mullions. "And it's well made - this won't let the cold in, if we're still here by winter."

Possibly the highest compliment he possesses, under the circumstances: You've identified good craftsmanship. He resists the desire to move toward the next flight of steps. If she wants to show off the bedrooms, she'll lead on.