He shrugs, an oddly uncomfortable-looking gesture for someone who normally seems so entirely at home in his body.

"I don't know." They haven't spoken about it, although he's daydreamed about having his own little house with a wife to go with it, watching Kate putter around their own kitchen instead of the communal one at the Inn. It's not a dream he ever considered he'd be afforded, but it doesn't really seem feasible for now. "Probably not before Winter arrives, there is too much to do and my Kate is too deeply bound to the Inn to just abandon it for someplace else."

Plus, to be honest, he's quite used to living in communal housing, and he might miss it if they leave.