It's all too easy to take that arm and settle at his side; it comes about as naturally to her as perhaps it did to him, and she's too thankful for the comfort it brings to question it. Still, 'my Lady Cecelia' gets a half-smirk, amused.

"This and the floor below," she replies. "I'd have liked your advice sooner, but I already saw for myself. Shall we try a floor above us? And pray some sign of my notes remains despite the changes."