He would strut about, natter about, stomp about, or sashay about her halls. Both the man and the halls would change, and regenerate anew, together.
Every new companion he brought aboard knew she was his.
He, on the other hand, knew he was hers too. They belonged to each other.
She, on the other-other hand, knew best of all. She knew that he was hers. She was guardian angel to the lonely angel, who had the mind of an ancient man yet the heart and soul of a little boy. From the moment she stole him, he was her ward.