The salt scented air wafted through the open windows as Freya monitored the unpacking of their belongings. The decision to retire to the shore for the summer had come after the latest Pendergast/Lestrange wedding and had been enacted quickly. An escape would allow room to grow between her and August — would prevent them from crossing the line they've toed for months. Freya loved her husband, for all his tempers and moods he was good to her, and that had to count for something. After all, he had agreed to move to the beach despite his hatred for it, hadn't he?

She moved from pacing to lounge on a chaise placed near the open window. The staff were trained well enough for her to trust their unpacking skills, she supposed, though their newest hire was a bit wanting in intelligence. Freya knew she ought to leave the staffing of their house to the house elves, but having other people around was a comfort when Daniel was in his worst moods. (Something, she hoped, would improve with the relocation.)

"Yes, that would be delightful." She smiled at the offer. The only thing they were missing now were children to chase after. Perhaps this summer would help with that. Freya stood and walked across the room to stand besides him. "Shall we?"