Nodding in reply to both the information about his schedule and the permission to get her things, Winnie resumed gathering her possessions. A collection of a couple of books went into her basket and she looked around the room thinking that was in for in there. Merlin she wished she had the list she'd written. Maybe it would have been better if she came back another time so she didn't forget anything she'd written down.

Unable to shake the discomfort, feeling like she was intruding and he was watching her, Winnie was trying to be as quick as possible. Just the washroom and the second bedroom to go. The collection of things in her basket were so very random, but proved that she had lived here. These were not things that one often traveled with or used sparingly, they were everyday items that reflected their relationship.

"I ah, just need to get by you," she hesitated, biting her lip, waiting for him to move so she could get to the other rooms she needed to visit quickly.