Queen Valka freezes for a moment as she gazes upon the man in front of her. His face remains ageless, his attire consists of a white coat and work gloves, and his eyes are the most beautiful blue she has ever seen. She stares deeply into them, as if to gleam answers that she hasn't asked the questions to.
Godfrey raises a brow at that and waves a hand over her face. This breaks the dragoness from her thoughts and a blush creeps onto her cheeks. The god laughs and waves for her to step inside.
Inside the hut is a decrepit interior. A far too aged couch, a raggedy table about to fall, a heavily chipped stool, and finally a rug in the middle of it all. The surroundings are lit by only a singular candle. Valka lets out a confused sound and Godfrey chuckles as he speaks.
"Haha. Don't worry, this isn't my actual house. You have to go to this couch here."