She's a bit surprised to see him, because it really is the least amount of clothes she's seen him wear. She'd half suspected that he would've done all the undressing in the bathroom, and the thought that he was feeling a bit more at ease around her to shed some of those layers left a rather warm feeling in her chest.

As he goes to shower, she flops back onto one of the beds, her hands resting on her stomach to play with her ring as she stares up at the ceiling. She'd actually been really impressed that he'd made the rings - she'd known he was into blacksmithing, but she'd never really seen what he could make until now. And the design, while not really her style in most cases, seemed rather fitting now for some reason. His personal touch where he normally didn't leave one.

Glancing over as he returns, she sits up and fixes up her bathrobe a bit. Even though they are married now, she still can't help feeling a bit shy about her body. "I could go for a pizza, honestly," she replies. "Do you think there are any places open?"

As she tugs the towel off her head and reaches for her hairbrush, she finally notices the small box resting on the other bed. "What's that?"