And considering how much he loved that ping of jealousy, he wants to keep the upper hand. There's no great master plan here, of course: Howl is laying back on a bed of pillows, partially undressed, tapping out messages to Iramaat as he senses her drawing closer and closer. He's hiding in a nook made of sheets and furniture - technically the inside of one of the "walls" of the maze - with one flap lifted up to welcome her in, once she sees the bouquet of hyacinths he placed next to it. If there's anything "master plan" about his surprise visit here, it's the small gift for her that's sitting beside him, wrapped in silver paper.
I can tell you're getting closer. Do us both a favor and don't let anyone follow you.
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And considering how much he loved that ping of jealousy, he wants to keep the upper hand. There's no great master plan here, of course: Howl is laying back on a bed of pillows, partially undressed, tapping out messages to Iramaat as he senses her drawing closer and closer. He's hiding in a nook made of sheets and furniture - technically the inside of one of the "walls" of the maze - with one flap lifted up to welcome her in, once she sees the bouquet of hyacinths he placed next to it. If there's anything "master plan" about his surprise visit here, it's the small gift for her that's sitting beside him, wrapped in silver paper.
I can tell you're getting closer. Do us both a favor and don't let anyone follow you.