She looked around the workshop and saw the organized mess of Greg's desk, the corner where Lylia cooked, Seraphine's research area, and Elwen's practice space. "This already feels more like home."
"Where do you want to set up?" Greg asked.
Marina raised an eyebrow and looked at his bed in the corner. "We can't both fit on that thing. We need a real bed."
Greg said, "I'll make one tomorrow. Or we could get one from the village furniture maker."
Marina said firmly, "You will make one."
"I want to sleep in a bed that my boyfriend made with his famous skills. Even if it turns out to be an SSS-ranked bed that gives you perfect sleep and prophetic dreams or something silly."
Greg said, "That's not how it works," but he was already thinking about how to build a bed frame.
Marina said, "That's always how it works with you."
