He nodded at her words, almost to the point of preening in his surprise that she wanted to see what he had built with his own two hands. He sure was proud of what he had accomplished when his siblings didn't have confidence in him to be something other than just a putz. "Here is the kitchen," he gestured, it was where the front door opened to because Uriel liked the smell of food cooking. It was a sizable kitchen with an oven made of stones. A pretty dining table sat in the middle of it all, and the smell of bread baking still lingered in the air. "I used to make bread here for the children at the school until I found a baker willing to help."

Then he led her to the bathroom where he had painstakingly tiled the floor in a mosaic, it was rather beautiful what came out of his mind. The bath tub was a gleaming clawfoot tub and the toilet, well, that was a toilet. The bathroom had plenty of space. He would lead her around the house to each finished room, including the nursery and a glimpse of the master bedroom, which was richly furnished. Uriel had done it without asking for a pense from his family, and had squeezed as much value out of his money that he could.