Aranhil looked a little uncomfortable at that thought. Her dowry chest had been moved into their wedding bedchambers, which were, currently, his. However, since he still slept separate from her, it was just him alone in the room with her trunk. Or with her dead grandmother, if he chose to see it like she did. Even creepier, that meant her grandmother would be there watching when they finally decided to have children.

Looking a little bit pale he causally added, "Perhaps it would be best if we decided to wait for children for a long, long time....Yes?" He gave her an innocent smile. He doubted that she would believe how casual that statement was suppose to be. "And darling, word didn't get around that you were troublesome because of some chest." He reassured her. He smiled and kissed her a few times. It had gotten around because she was an elf, and suppose to marry him. But he wasn't about to tell her that.

"Now, precious, why don't you relax a little? Stop thinking about dead people, and just enjoy our lunch?" He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her near to him and kissing her cheek. "What do you think of the strawberries, sweetheart? I think they are at the juiciest time of their season right now." Honestly, he didn't care about strawberries. But anything was better to talk about than dead grandmothers in trunks. Be they in the wood, or actually in it.

However, being a tough man, he could not possibly inform his wife that this was freaking him out a little. What kind of a big strong guy would he be if a dead body made him nervous? How would she expect him to protect her if he couldn't even face something that couldn't fight back?