"I haven't found rooms dedicated to artwork yet," Susan says then, though she's half-convinced it's only a matter of time. "Just a few things tucked away here and there. But this, I think, is a good start."

A few other thoughts cross her mind as she says this - that she wants Lancelot to feel settled here, and happy; that he needn't worry if his rooms suit her so long as he is happy with them; that she wants him to be able to take as much comfort from his space as she does from him. Too, she is finding, increasingly, that she wants him to know her. That's less relevant to decorating his room, but pertinent to the day she's having. From the onset, she'd frankly thought it might be a wash. But it seems to be turning out less dreadfully than it otherwise might've?

She doesn't voice any of these thoughts, of course, but she does give his hand a little squeeze.