"I think while I trance, I'm barely more than furniture to her," he sighs. "It's just as well she's never tried to eat me."

He thinks for a moment. Actively challenges himself to engage with the question. What does he need?

"I wouldn't want to be entirely out in the wilderness," he ventures. "But there are means both magical and technological to bridging that gap. Portals and the like. Having somewhere quiet might be...nice."

Somewhere quiet. Somewhere safe. He can...imagine the appeal.