Eleanor and Harold smiled at the pair, Eleanor sticking close to Angel, who was still looking over at Harold warily. It wasn't that she was afraid of hunters, he startled her that moment when he stepped out of the bushes, all cast in shadows and stuff, and thought he had been, well.. maybe one of those mean looking bandits, but the more time she spent with the pair as they walked towards their cottage home, the sillier she realized her thoughts had been.
The cottage was small and cozy, nestled in small clearing amongst the trees, and as she looked to the mossy roof, she turned back to Connor.
"If we play this up, maybe we can get some directions to the next town. I doubt my parents will know to look for me here," she whispered.
"Come on, inside," Eleanor said, opening the door and waiting for the pair of youngin's to enter. Angel forced herself to smile, and took a step into the dimly lit place. It smelled musty, and the dirt floor kept it cool, despite it being away ftom the majority of the shade of the forest. She glanced around. Seemed quaint enough, with furs and hides hanging along the wall, a few antlers used as coat racks here or there, and a table with some white daisies in water at it's center.
"There isn't much to our cottage, dearies, but if you're hungry, I can make us up a batch of rabbit stew."
At the mention of food, Angel felt her stomach rumbled.
"Yes, ugh, food sounds wonderful about now."
And Eleanor gestured to the house. "Go ahead and make yourselves at home. I'll get to cooking and the two of you can relax. THere's a wash basin in the back room. perhaps the two of you could use a bit of a wash?" she said with a chuckle. Angel's eyes brightened at the idea.
"Oh that sounds wonderful!" and as she moved to the back, Angel realized.. there was only one tub.
She inspected it carefully before looking at the flimsy partition, and to a smaller tub (or wash basin, rather) on the other side. There was obviously one for bathing, the other one to simply use to dip a wash clothe in to wipe up or wash one's face in the morning. Angel sighed.
"Well, looks like we'll be taking turns.." Angel began. She came from a large family, and had been used to having a few tubs on hand, so only spying one in a home was awkward for her at first, and as she was about to mention Connor could go first when Eleanor called through the wall.
"The pair of you can take your time in there! The rabbit will need time to season." and the old woman gave her husband a playful smile and chuckle. It has been years since they had young ones to entertain, and she was only thinking the bride and groom might want some... 'privacy' after their run from the alter. They were 'adults' now, and surely wouldn't need the likes of Eleanor and Harold to watch over them as they got cleaned up. Eleanor recalled how it was to be young, and whispered a few memories to her husband as they both worked at preparing the stew.
Angel only made a face, hissing as she realized the pair were now stuck int he back room together, assumign to be er.. 'bathing'. ANgel groaned.
"Hey look, I'll just stay to one side of the partition and you can stay on the other side and we should be fine." and she took a seat at the stool inside the room, sighing as she worked at pluckin ga few pesky rocks that had been clinging to the mud caked at the bottom of her feet and had be jabbing the soles of her feet for a time. "I mean we might as well humor them." She then added with a roll of her eyes. THen she turned to him, "Say, can you help me with these laces? I doubt I can get out of this thing unless I can get them loose." And she sighed again, putting her back to him.
Ugh, dresses.