[Oren is propped up on the sofa which is one of the many additions Iona has added to the one room flat. There's also a modest stove, wooden table and chairs and a cabinet to keep some simple foodstuffs. And a mini-fridge because there are some things one can't live without even with magic. There's one large bed that takes up the most space. The overall effect is instant coziness, warmth and given time, it'd constantly smell like coffee, flowers, and right now, tea. The walls are bare aside from the fairy lights she added over the bed. Oren wasn't lucid enough to really comment on how Iona's been making herself at home, but if it makes her comfortable, he probably wouldn't have argued to begin with.
There's a stumbling noise as if someone just woke up. Well, there's only one someone in this case really. The doorknob twists and when it opens up, a sleepy looking Iona, with her hair, somewhat messier than usual appears.
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There's a stumbling noise as if someone just woke up. Well, there's only one someone in this case really. The doorknob twists and when it opens up, a sleepy looking Iona, with her hair, somewhat messier than usual appears.
And also, she's wearing a nightgown, that's a bit too modern.
She gives Claude a wave.]
'Ey! Mornin'.
[There's a pause. She looks down at herself.]
Ah. Right. 1879.
[The door closes.]