Seve can't help the way his eyes widen and his jaw drops for a moment when they go into Viatorus' room. He regains his composure quickly as soon as he catches himself, but he's completely blown away by this. It makes sense to the rational part of his mind that a Dream Magi would do most of his conjuring while asleep, but to the small man growing up in the Great Depression all of this points to an obscene amount of wealth and decadence that makes him squirm slightly.

"It's...it's really nice." He almost insists he can't take Viatorus' bed from him until he remembers that Harrows body doesn't need to sleep. Still, he just nods. "It's large enough that Harrow and I can share it. That way if he has an attack I'm there to help him..."