No, Llewellyn would be quick to point out that Rhy couldn’t expect himself to know what precautions one took with fire without magic being involved. Not when he came from a world where most things were handled with magic. “It’s fine, my love. I’ll make sure to inspect the fireplaces before we move in to whichever home we decide on, and then I’ll teach you what I know about preventing house fires.” He squeezed Rhy’s arm in his reassuringly, “There are a lot of things we can learn together, I think. Neither of us have had a home like this before… So we’ll figure it all out.”

It was odd, but trying to keep Rhy from worrying had taken his mind off his own anxieties over the idea. Instead, trying to present other thoughts and reassurances. “I think a place for you to work on your sewing would be nice, another box like the one I got you at the sphere… Maybe a tailor mannequin for you to work on your personal projects at home more easily?” He wanted Rhy to have space to do what he enjoyed, after all. Llewellyn would have a garden, but a room for creative endeavors sounded lovely.