User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-28358106-20170502014500/@comment-28358106-20170504212626

"I hope your wife would understand..." she says, still red. "I do not understand how you and yours live in these places so long. Just being in here brings me-" -dink-

She stretches a wing to embellish her point and it accidentally clips the edge of the stone hearth. She furrows her brow and grows even redder. Without a word she bundles up again, scooting her stool to the center of the room.

She sighs. "Such are the things we do for those we love. For so short a time did I ever sleep in the bed of a groundfolk, then, with my husband gone, my instinct was to perch, that I might see danger.  For years, perching, even in my hrrac, my nest.  Now I think of my coming wedding night, and it both thrills and frightens me.   It is...unfamiliar to me."