Lydia nodded her head, slipping out of the room and making her way down the stairs. It gave her another chance to look around casually as she walked to the kitchen and over to the fridge. It was a comfortable place to be in, probably a home she would have even chosen for herself if she had been in the right circumstances.

It made her wonder briefly if he had taken some of her taste into mind while choosing the place. A weird thought to have, really.

Appearing in his room about five minutes later, she handed over a bottle before moving to claim the right side of the bed, sliding onto the mattress while cracking her bottle open.