[As single-minded as he is in the moment, there's a — hiccup, then, disbelief shading his expression as the bed appears in the room on a cold thread of energy. All of his items are there and in order, but it's the tiny little mattress that most surprises him, easily fitted up against the wall in a neat corner, making stark the difference in dimensional size of the room right away.
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He looks at Cy owlishly.]
It's just a bed.
[A soft spot...? His brow furrows.]
What are we going to do with a bed we don't need?