Claire opens her mouth to protest his pre-disappointment. But it's based on experience, and a time where she took advantage of having him nearby to make sure she didn't die. "That was one time." A pause. "Alright, that was one outing. You'll notice I haven't repeated it." As confident as knowing she couldn't die thanks to Michael made her, constantly feeling like death for that entire outing wasn't pleasant. Still, she did find some edible things, so it wasn't all for nothing.

After stepping into what absolutely feels like a sacred clearing, she stops walking to face Michael.

"I am. Will you move into it?"

See? Asking plainly. "I know you have your own habits and places you like to be, but if you'd like it, it would be nice having you."

She'll open it up as a space for new arrivals to catch their breath without having to live with a nosey local if he says no. And with his inn, he may have his own space, all he needs. But he's her best friend, and the only person in Solvunn she'd ask to practically move in.