"No idea. But I've met one, and I like her, so at least I'll get some visits."
"I would totally visit you sometimes even if you were all hermity."
He snickers. "Thank you. That makes me feel better about being a hermit, if it ever occurs."
"Well, I can't say I want to actually encourage it under the circumstances that are, but I would do my best to mitigate its loneliness."
"Anything you'd like to do before I announce you and introduce you to people?"
"I'd like to stash the cloud-pine and my bag wherever you're putting me, but after that I'm all set to mingle."
He's teasing, but he does actually mean to give her a tour.
"I would indeed like a tour," she says, extending her hand so that she may be led about.
They go on a tour of the house! It has all necessary rooms that a house requires, such as a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, a study that has a woefully small amount of books (Adarin explains that their priority wasn't books), two bathrooms (that run by magic), and three bedrooms. Overall, it's a nice house. It's got a soothing aesthetic, and is pretty practical-minded. Rooms aren't just there to be rooms, the rooms do stuff. Isabella's free to choose between the two spare bedrooms as she prefers. One has a nicer view, but the other is slightly bigger.
Hand-holding is also a thing that occurs all throughout the tour, if Isabella's up for it.
She picks the room with the nicer view, and stashes her objects in it.
She sets her cloud-pine to floating in the middle of the room. If she puts it down, anyone can pick it up. If it's floating, she's the only person who can budge it.
Just in case.
"Do you want me to fix your door so it's like my bedroom's? No one who isn't you would be able to open it without blowing it up or disentangling the spell, which not everybody can do," he offers, when she sets her cloudpine to float for safety reasons. "I have only a bit of mana to work with, but it's really not an expensive spell to do."
"That would be great. I'm officially 'not a clan embarrassment' with a dagger, but I do have to be awake to attain even that status..."
He takes a second to think about it, then pokes the door and mutters something, and the spell goes.
"Done. Technically if you want you can lock someone in there, now, I didn't have the power to make it only one way."
"They could get out the window, I imagine, and I don't plan on doing this unless someone sneaks in invisibly, in which case it's their own fault."
He snickers. "Yeah. Let me know if there's anything else that I can do to put you at ease. I will not be insulted at paranoia."
He doesn't look pleased about this.
"Am I going to hate everyone I meet here who isn't you, Adarin? Are they that bad?"
"I mean, some of them are entirely inoffensive, but I don't particularly like any of them. The trouble is that in inviting any of them, even the inoffensive ones, it means that if I want to not make a bigger target of myself I need to invite even the people I actually dislike."
"Ah. No carefully curated just-friends dinner parties. Do you want me to stand next to you the entire time and engage the terrible people who I haven't yet had the chance to become thoroughly sick of, for you?"
Adarin smiles, affectionately. "No thanks, but thank you. I've put up with it this long. I just put up a..." he uses a loanword from English, "Poker face and suffer through it."
"Mostly by paying other people to go tell them. I know some people that are happy to, so, not a problem."
"Does the whole thing take very long - are we talking 'sit up here for a while brushing up on the list of troublemakers' or 'loiter for three minutes in the front room'?"
He also maybe wanted her all to himself, for a little while. He missed her.