[The roaring wind makes him think of himself at times, but he appreciates the bubble of calm she creates. Batting flying sticks and stones away with his wings is getting old.]

Following my design philosophy, I see.

[Joking, though he doesn't sound like it any more than usual. The lack of decor on the inside does not escape his notice. It's not what he associates with Wanda, who rather likes her clutter in his opinion, but he also gathers it's only a start. She did only just move in.

He gives the chairs a sharp, evaluating look. She could likely have guessed which one he'd pick before he makes a move towards it: basic, bare wood, but it's solid and level. There's no wobble as he seats himself.]

I'd offer to help, but I have yet to finish cleaning up the inn. Something I'll be doing alone, now.

[Gabriel had been doing the opposite of helping, but still. It feels like tidying up after a dead relative rather than foiling his brother's chaotic instincts.]