Faro goes a little cross-eyed as Moose is lifted up to his nose. There's a tight smile on his lips, like he's a little afraid to change his expression. Not that he would ever admit to being afraid of a tiny mewling kitten but she is up in his face and she does have claws and, ok, the noseboop was cute but-

But that kiss is much better. "Upstairs. I cleared a shelf for you."

He tucks the blanket in around Detlef's front so he's properly wrapped and will, hopefully, take hold of it himself. Faro grabs Detlef's bag off the floor and moves past him to head up the narrow stairs along the back wall. There's only one chamber upstairs and it serves double duty as his bedroom and storage for all his supplies. In a corner near the window is the bed, which is relatively big, with a proper wool-filled mattress and fine bedding. Along every wall -except directly next to the chimney- there are chests and drawers and shelves that are covered in neatly organized fabric and clothes and trays of yarn.

He heads in and sits down on a particularly sturdy looking chest at the foot of the bed, plunks Detlef's bag down next to him, then gestures at the only empty section of shelving.