Well, as long as there's a bed, it's fine. Right? [Walls were a good thing, too. And a roof, but starting to list all the basic things about a living space seems just a bit too weird, and Quentin snaps his mouth shut, fingers busy twisting around the ocarina.]

Yeah, my friend found somewhere, too. It's uhm, maybe it's the same as yours? Because it's a triangle house? A cabin, really. Not much space but it's enough and really, no one knows just how long we're going to have to stay here. I hope it's not forever. [The spirit trills at them, the voice soothing and soft in the dark night and Quentin huffs a breath before sitting up a little straighter.] I really hope it's not forever.