Red Son overs the door, in loose fitting clothing, horns, ears, and tail already out, flicking behind him. Behind him, the bedroom is just...covered in a stupid amount of candles. So many candles. As well as boxes of food and water.

The bed, usually immaculately made is...well, not a mess, but its unconventional, with so many pillows and more blankets and animals pelts to be made extra soft and the curtains of the bed already mostly closed to give a more closed off feeling.

His eyes are focused on her, pupils pinpricks. "You sure you wish to be here?" His voice is low, rough.