She laughed, shaking her head at him over her shoulder, light dancing in her eyes. "I guess you'll just have to find out for us both," she told him with a knowing shrug, before pushing open another door, this one closer to the living room. "....maybe I need a cuddly ghost in my room."

"Two more guest rooms up this one... that one over there is just another washroom," she told him, pointing to another door across the hall. "And my... office? Consultation room? ...whatever this is."

She leaned into another door, gracefully swinging with it as it opened. Light once more spilled in through the large glass panels, casting the nearly pure white room in dazzling rays. A faux fur carpet and modest seating arrangement took up one side of the room, a book with her signature in gold scrawled across the front sitting atop the coffee table between the chairs. A desk sat along the opposite side of the room, a blanket tossed across the chair as if she hadn't quite thought to tidy it up.... at least that looked used. Her laptop and tablet sat atop the desk, and beside them... a now-polished glass rose that Lea might find familiar and that Dove couldn't quite bring herself to move to her bedroom. Not yet.

... and never mind the scattering of polaroids in the document basket.