A sad shake, “No, I don’t. I just know before we moved in together, he kept a room here. What he kept there I don’t know; I was just hoping maybe there would be a hint or something.” A sip of tea was taken, “Any notebooks or journals will stay here, within Edna’s and with Autumn, and that maybe you could look through those when you had the time.” She didn’t want to pry into any journals that might be tied to Autumn and its secrets. That wasn’t what she was after, not in the slightest. “But knowing him, and how careful he was, uh, is,” cause she didn’t know if he had passed or anything, “it’ll just be a bed and maybe a suit or two.” The majority of his clothes were still in their shared closet, “I imagine anything of importance will be in the Hollow.” Which she was not asking access to, leaving that to Anatole to deal with.
Pausing, closing her eyes, she takes a breath, “To be honest,” she begins, “I’m not sure I’m ready. I haven’t even touched anything at ou…uhhh…my house. I haven't been back there for a couple weeks actually.” It was too real, too painful. “Can I have a few more days?” sapphires full of sadness looking to him. “I had fully expected you to want to go through it before allow me to.” And that was the truth. She was only after personal items, “I plan to pack his suits and whatnot away and place them into storage. Any books and research are Autumns.” She wasn’t sure why she wanted to pack them away, his suits and personal items. She didn’t know where he was, if he was coming back. But it felt…right.