[Hector smiles at the sight of bard and bird together, and he lets himself be drawn into Jaskier's embrace. He's starting, little by little, to acclimate to Jaskier's readily offered affection, but he's still greedy for it, the way his dogs always want more belly rubs, no matter how often Hector indulges them.

In spite of how tired Jaskier proclaimed to be in his physical body, here he looks as if a weight has been lifted off of him. A peacock in a fancy blue jacket, which suits him.

Hector motions him to his cabin door.]

I can't take credit for this. The castle where I worked had an exquisite bath, and I copied it quite liberally.

[The rough wooden door of the cabin still opens up to Hector's library, but he leads them to a new door within it. The carpeted floor gives way to mosaic tiles as they cross the threshold.]

It's big, as requested.