The house helped me walk. It was a lot more helpful than Martinus, telling me where the sharp corners and steps and doorjambs were. Martinus tried, but he was rubbish at giving concrete, actionable instructions. Maybe also because I could barely hear what he said, to be fair to him.
I was able to smell the turkey when we went up a flight of stairs and through a door, me having to hug the doorjamb to avoid stumbling on the threshold.
After that, I just walked towards the food, barely needing any help.
Martinus had to seat me, because I couldn't see the chair. Furniture, with a few notable exceptions, had become invisible to me, as it was mostly dead wood with no magic in it. At least no more magic than the surrounding air.
I started extending my hand towards the food, and my hand ended
