[straightening, wanda tilts her head at his rather correct conclusion. it's a neighborhood, in a way, between the summoned, with no locked doors. it is inevitable that someone would step foot into someone else's domain—eat their porridge, use their chairs, sleep on their beds, so to speak.]

It doesn't have to be so easy to reach. [a suggestion, then. they should all be allowed their comforts, their privacy.] Mine is only reachable through an unfriendly forest. It's likelier to get turned around than find the place I have.

[she pulls at her shawl, then, tucking her arms within.]

Design it however you want, but don't remove comforts just because of others. A strong enough will can make a door in the Horizon impossible to open.