"I've been worse things than a pillow for a friend." he walked through the shields and the doors. Without opening any of them first. He might not have his books, but he had seen a shelf that was more or less a lending library as near as he could tell. None of the titles looked familiar, so he grabbed a few that looked like novels and vanished them. He raided the kitchen, and his sleeper cabin and raided what he needed from there as well. A few other quick stops here and there to make sure he had all that he realistically could bring, he was once again thankful that he had his chess set and Cradle. He had a feeling they'd need some games. Besides, getting a woman ticked over chess could do wonders for her outlook. And, if Marian was any indication, her temper and aim. It took a lot to rile Marian, which of course meant he took a special pleasure in doing so from time to time.

He slipped back in the way he had left and called in a pillow. "Until you're ready to use me as one, this might be more comfortable than the clothes," he said, kneeling down and then if she doesn't stop him, he will lift her head to slide the pillow under.