The good ruins were taken that were close to his mother's home and Elphaba's tower. There were things he wanted in his home that he had not yet discussed with Kamari, but it was something they were simply both going to have to agree on if they were going to make their unfortunate betrothal work out for the both of them. They both had to be pleased with their home, and he had convinced her that they ought to start looking proactively so no one could say they were shirking the expectations of their duty.
That Kamari agreed entertained him endlessly but put them on the path to what would likely as not be far more arguments than he likely had before with his friend. He did not look forward to it, but it was necessary for them. They needed a home to make together, regardless. The two of them were stuck so they ought to make the most of it.
He sighed as they walked, hands jammed into pockets in his vest. With the days warming, he was wearing fewer and fewer layers, though he much liked the dapper effect his many layers often gave him. Now, he just looked under-dressed, but it did show off the muscles that were slowly building in his arms from archery and spars with various other members of Salsola. He had also taken to climbing trees regularly to build up strength and simply get good at climbing them. An archer from a vantage, that was his motto.
He glanced sidelong down at Kamari and still found it difficult to really think of her as "his betrothed" and his future "wife". It was an odd feeling and he did not know what to make of it.
"So. What are your thoughts, wife-to-be?" he said with a sigh.