Hmmm- Casita sensed I was...I don't know, distant and followed suit. It stopped coming into my room once I left it, too.

[He's learned trying to understand the magic that fuels their house- fuels them is a complicated mess best not undertook. He'd like a room that's not a forsaken hellscape in all honesty. ]

I can bet. Maybe we can find some...uh paint or something. For the room.