[He snaps his fingers and a portal sucks them both into an interdimensional space. It starts off in inky darkness, but that is something that should feel at 'home' to them.]

Even I can't keep this up more than a night. And only when my taboos are lessened. But come, give me your memory. Help me remember.

[And he is going to shape their place. Was it a house? An apartment? But he starts to fill it with little touches here and there. Small relics and bits of memory.]