Emrys' ear caught on the phrase your home, and he briefly considered correcting her, but didn't. She would be living there soon enough, so it was reasonable to say our home (particularly after he'd just articulated his plan to ensure her previous home was inaccessible to her very soon), but it had been his home for long enough that it still felt a bit strange to think of it as anything else. He'd had the house renovated and built expansions, and he'd taken great care with the design of every room. He had known when he started on his quest for a wife that marriage would mean ceding some of his authority over the house to a woman, at least for some time, but it was still difficult to reconcile internally. It was also thematically a bit too close to one of those serious conversations he was hoping to avoid.

"I very much doubt any realtor I find will be so efficient as to find a buyer for the house in less than a week," he pointed out. Side-stepping the conversation about your house or our house seemed best for the moment, and in the meantime he could lay to rest her concerns about having to move back in with her family. Moving twice in such a short span of time would be monstrously inconvenient — if for some reason it did become necessary for her to leave this house before the wedding, it would probably be more logistically sound to move her things straight to his house. She could stay in a hotel in the meantime, or he could. "But if we start the process now it will make things smoother once he does. You have sufficient staff to see to packing things up? Or should I send someone?"

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