"Or them," she concedes with a smile. The warmth in his eyes is reflected in her own. His message comes across quite clearly, near obvious enough to make her laugh. "We'd have better luck, in any case."

Only belatedly does she realize she suggested they claim the cottage. And when she does realize it, it's when he's' swinging a broken table leg. She twists around to further inspect the small space. Not very much, room for a bed, a bath, a small space to prepare meals, a hearth.

"Do you think there's water nearby?"