Hisame follows his departure from the stench of disrepair and back outside into the robust autumnal smells as her slick skin is swept by cooler air; an enjoyed relief which has her inhaling deeply amid her look upon the horizon of trees encircling the two-story building like browning broccoli. Crows still bicker to scraping sandals and the thud of metal boots as if mocking in avian tongue, but what she takes important note of is the position of the sun at about six o' clock. This left less than two hours before the fall of dusk; just enough time for them to have their fun before she takes leave until dawn. She's hasn't missed the detail of the brand he left back in the barn; perhaps a token of trust which may prove to be a fatal folly but only time will tell.

In less than a minute they arrive at the mossy stone porch of the farmhouse and like before, he foregoes knocking in favor of immediate entry; ripping the door from its hinges and casting it aside. The grinning Hisame supposes customs for royalty quite different in his land and ponders just how to rectify that social difference; that is, when it mattered. It appears there has been no one occupying the land for some time and inspection of the building interior affirms this: worn wood caked with dust, peeling wallpaper and the stuffy sense of a building long left alone. Whatever their reason the original owners have forsaken the property and they'll be lucky to find anything salvageable; the most important of all being running water.

She walks forward to the kitchen, scanning her surroundings while her steps creak on the floorboards. Hisame spots a staircase to the second floor at the right hand of the four-way intersection ahead; likely a home with at least three bedrooms and two baths. When she turns in she finds the kitchen to be spacious with a single large table, four wooden chairs and the expected appliances along the left wall where the countertops and sink sit. 

There's a light switch to her dexter and her right hand flicks it upward; the lights of a hanging chandelier glow in warm greeting. “We have electricity,” she informs happily on the way to the faucets; she turns the knobs with a set of squeaks before water rushes out. Hands cup the cool liquid and she sips the clear elixir to find it untainted. “...and clean water as well.”

Hisame turns the water off and turns to face the man who fills the entire archway of the room like an out-of-place gargoyle. “I'll see if I can find something for dinner... I think you could use a shower or bath... just remember that the left knob is for hot water and the right is cold...” She pauses for effect. “...I wouldn't want you to burn yourself before my hands get to you." Another turn to the faucet before she makes a loud addition to make sure it's heard. "And do open the doors this time! It'll get cold tonight if you rip off those of the bedroom!"