“Not intentionally, but I am thrilled that you trust me that much.” He said, his voice flat and dry as he could make it. He had actually been able to maintain a surprisingly good record concerning her safety. Perhaps, not so much her mental well-being, he admitted he had put her through the emotional wringer in the past, but after the last incident, he had been trying to not be such a despicable person. He thought he was doing well, anyway.
“So then we set sail.” He smirked. “And you’re really alright with not knowing where we might wake up?” He asked, wanting to be one hundred percent before doing anything final.
“It’ll be quite shocking, I can admit, but it can’t be too bad. We also have dials to visit home again if something happens.” She shrugged, her curiosity shining through in her voice.
She couldn’t lie, she was quite the curious person when she was out of her shell. Her comfort zone had gotten bigger since they last ventured out, and could adapt to new situations a lot quicker than before. She also wasn’t actually afraid to go exploring for once, though caution would still aid in her decisions.
“It better we do this now than when we have a small family.” She pointed out, knowing how protective and sheltering she would want to be with a baby or child in the house. Of course, Howl would help her with that, but she still would worry far too much.
“Excellent! I’ll be right back.” He said, practically leaping from his spot and running out of the room, carefully avoiding the stuff on the floor. He ran down the hallway and turned the end-hall closet door handle in the opposite direction it usually goes, and opened it to a narrow set of stairs. A long time ago, he had created a control room, in the event that something ever happened to Calcifer, or something went wrong where he couldn’t control the castle like he normally could. This was one of those cases, where without specific directions or coordinates, he could not get the castle to move anywhere outside of its previous directed path, so he would have to manually get it to go somewhere else.
The control room was a small, dark, wood paneled room with one switch board and a chair that he swiped from the kitchen ages ago. He nudged the chair to the side and flipped any switches in the up position to down, and pressed his hand to the glowing panel in the center of the console, mentally telling the castle to show him something new, something and some place he had never seen before. He could feel the castle lurch to a halt as he made his way back up the stairs, and pick up again as he closed the bedroom door behind him and flopped back into bed, draping his arm across Sophie’s middle as he did so.
“And we’re on our way.” He said, his voice muffled by the pillow. “By the way—” he added, turning his head so she could hear him clearly. “We are definitely taking our kids on adventures whenever we have them. What kind of parents would we be if we raised them in a magical castle and didn’t allow them to witness the splendor of it?”