Gwendolyn did not even attempt to hide her straying eyes as she watched Cameron pick up his clothing. A winsome sigh escaped her as she reached a wistful hand towards him, grazing his waist with her fingers. “I’ll always want your company. In fact,” she trailed off, standing and walking to him, white sheet clutched to barely cover her front.<br/><br/>“If moving to a closer wing is your first bit of advice to me as Hand...” Gwendolyn smiles cheekily to him. “Then it shall be done. I trust your judgment.”