"I bet I am," he would smirk as she would begin to gather her bags and move them up to her bedroom, "You have a way of doing that to me..."
As she would lug her bags up the stairs, the gentlemanly urge to assist hit him, but he knew that she would just give him grief if he tried to help, so, he would let her take her stuff upstairs on her own. As heard footsteps in the rooms above him, he figured she would not need help anytime soon, so he would make his way out the door and onto the porch of the house, but as he did, he would look down and see a bag of some kind that had seemed to be lost along the way. Looking down at it, he would grab it. Heading up the stairs, he would move to the rooms, looking to see if she was in any of them, first checking her childhood room. Finding no one there, he would make his way to the next logical place, the master bedroom. The door was ajar, but not completely open, so he would give a soft knock as he spoke, "Ella," he would say, "I think this might be yours..." Poking the small bag through the door.