Gwenevire almost giggling?  Anne takes that as a great sign, breaking a worried tension within her that sends her into a little nervous giggle herself.<br/>"I hadn't thought of that."  She continued to guide Gwenevire's hand for a moment, then straightens up but keeping the other woman's strong hand in her own, curling fingers about hers in a soft grasp.<br/><br/>"Let me show you what's left of the place."  Her smile now was almost girlish in excitement, as she pulled her over towards the little office's door.  She swung open the door.  A small bed sat in one corner, near covered in clothes, books, and miscellaneous boxes.  A desk sat looking out a window to a courtyard where the sun was now rising to its peak.  But Anne directed her towards the walls, where there was a sketch still unceremonious tacked which showed a number of cats such as the sculpture.  Some of the sketches were prowling, some stretching, some sleeping, some rolled over on their backs.  "So there you can see some of the thoughts I was working on for him."