'Moving in' is a much less involved affair when you don't own a god damn thing, isn't it? Most of the process is rearranging furniture and clearing the pathways of the house for Erin's safety and convenience. It doesn't take long, but it does take longer than it ought to - she keeps stopping to open up the windows while, paradoxically, stoking the fire. Even with the breeze coming in it's enough to get her sweating into the basic clothes that are, currently, her only outfit, the warm Spring afternoon entirely too much for this behavior that Erin is wholly unwilling to explain while she's doing it.

Once the work is done, though...

Erin nestles up to Daisy from behind, wrapping her arms around the Hunter and nipping at her ear with sharp teeth. "It's not a home until we've broken it in," Erin murmurs. "Think you can help me fuck in every room, my sovereign? We could even make a mess out of the pantry if you wanna relive some old times..." A nipping kiss, right at the hollow where Daisy's neck meets her shoulder. "Or we can go wilder. I can heal again, I've been feeding, and feeding means you can go a bit more nuts...and that I can shapeshift freely."