The room they were in was all one very large room with two separate purposes: the kitchen area to the left of the door's way and the gathering room to the door's right.
In the kitchen's area was a table made of thick and roughly hewed wood, that by all appearances seemed well enough made to stand strong and stout for decades to come and would fit comfortably four people at it. To either side of the table were split-log benches with the flat part up smoothed down and splinter-free for sitting on the the bottoms of it still wearing its bark. At the center of the table was a round, bronze oil lamp set into a wood bowlful of white stones. There were shelved that lined the short wall to that far left and immediately there beside the door was the single window of the dwelling.
A basin was opposite the window, to the other side of the table where slots and shelves mounted on the wall about the counter allowed for plates and mugs to drip-dry after watching. Just enough space of a counter was there for preparing something to eat, for a few people, but no more than that. And storage areas were immediately to the left and beneath of the counter.
To the right of the door's way was the place the small woman often was. Though there was a bedchamber and more area for storage at the back of the small cottage, she often slept on the pelts hearthside. In front of the fireplace was a single chair that seemed to have been made by the same craftsman as the table and benches as it shared the same thick, rough way, big enough for her curl up into when there was want for it. She had it covered in small pelts to the seat of it and draped with a roughly woven blanket to its back and arms for warmth and added comfort. To the immediate left of the chair was a little table that didn't match the chair, seeming more delicate, though as simple as the rest of the furnishings within. More shelves were here and there to the walls and a mantle of stone was on the fireplace.
On the mantle was an array of items: a flute, a small painted house that was so tiny that it must have been for one of the winged creatures from the Glen, a panther figurine in a low-bourne crouch, a vase with a rose wilted and dying that naevein had gifted her with, and an oil lamp with a squared foot supporting upon its metallic, fluted stem a rounded base and lid.
Hanging on hooks and nails to decorate were things by her hand: a beadwork picture of one of the fae-like creatures she had seen in the Glen and a half-worked, dark green dress that was meant for Kitty, and beside the cloaks on its own hooks was the elfin bow and quiver full of arrows.
At the moment he turned, with intent upon hanging the cloaks up, she snatched up one of the pillows -- heavy with goose feathers -- and assaulted him with it playfully. Impish smile and laughter to follow, her heart was very light that night.
Then shook her head at him. Another glance was for the bags and packs doorside, beckoning in their mute way to be put away. Instead, she strove to ignore them and watch 'dar in the way he moved. Not so very long ago, madness had nearly taken a firm grip on her with all of the worry and waiting of all the mourning and missing of him. But he had fought off her demons without even possibly either of them knowing the how or why of it all.
"You ...growled the first night of your return. It was thought you did not remember me." Even as she smiled, the words of hers were musing things. The quilt was pulled about slender shoulders, tightly as the chill was still with her. Up, she came, upon her knees and inched over to the hearth there before resettling to the skirtclad swell of her right hip. She had even been uncertain if it had been him at all that first night, until later.
Nearly giddy, she was still smiling and lowered her head and gaze to watch her own hand tucking up the ends of the blanket about her knees, shins and feet.
As her head lowered and hair fell about her face, it was like a lengthy veil in part, then a shake of her head in a habitual way, tossed it over her right shoulder and sought him out again with a watchful gaze.