Emma's heart tried to make an escape out her mouth as Giselle suggested sharing a bed. She was told, from her first memories, that sharing a bed with someone meant you were in love with them, and were going to marry. "My claws... aren't my only concern..." She started slowly, not really wanting to get into this, but if they were sharing... she'd have to know. "I'm... a clinger..." She started slowly, twidling her thumbs best she could. "When I sleep... I just kinda... grapple things... and hug them..." She muttered, slowly turning redder. "I think I'll be fine with the chairs... thank you for the offer... but I don't think I have an ounce of magic abilities in me... F.E.V. infection and all that..."