When he went suddenly quite, Eve paused.  She wondered if she had said something wrong, or upset him by bringing up his father.  And this his voice responded and she felt relief flood her.  Her heart went out to him, her own father had fallen ill and his cancer had been resistant to magic, likely because of the kind of magic her family did.  They shaped and healed the mind and body, and it seemed as if her father's body just gave out under the weight of that.  So she could empathize with what Casey was going through.<br/><br/>"I want to."  It was a simple response to what he proposed, but it still felt as if it held quite a bit of weight.  That was a step beyond just planning a party, this was an actual step toward just sharing their lives.  "How about this, we meet tomorrow afternoon, around 4?  We can compare notes about what we've got ready by then and you can have a look around the place?"  It was all odd because they were basically still in the early dating phase, but he would be moving into her place next week.<br/><br/>"Like I said, the place itself is pretty small, but open.  A loft, with the bedroom up above.  Sadly, it won't leave a ton of room for privacy, but we can find a way to make it work."  She wondered if she should mention that the couch in the living room was a pull out.  How far were they going to take this whole thing?  How much did they intend to play house once their names were on the marriage certificate?  "And we can start looking for something outside the city once we get the wedding behind us.  My mother has a good realtor, I'm sure she'd be thrilled to work with us..."