[ It was his room! Neat, with several outfits on the bench at the foot of the bed, next to a stack of books. Forgotten cup of tea at the bedside table. Large windowed doors that lead to a balcony overlooking the street. ]
As long as I'm here, you're welcome whenever. For the bathtub, or the books, or the tea.
[ Or the chance to escape from everyone else for a while, he won't care.
She might not approve of it all but the boy has standards, and they're high. Too high for what Riftwatch pays them all, without a doubt. Besides, he only feels slightly miffed about being judged; he knows how he is, and he's not even a little bit sorry.
Habit and curiosity have him picking up the cloak, looking it over with a few glances as he (mostly) watches her undress from behind. If the cloak needs mending or cleaning, he'll probably have it sent off for that.
She can always borrow something of his in the meantime.
In response to her grin, he offers Sylvie a small smile. Genuine, and also just a touch unsure, though he does try to keep that off of his face. He stays where he is by the door, for now. ]
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As long as I'm here, you're welcome whenever. For the bathtub, or the books, or the tea.
[ Or the chance to escape from everyone else for a while, he won't care.
She might not approve of it all but the boy has standards, and they're high. Too high for what Riftwatch pays them all, without a doubt. Besides, he only feels slightly miffed about being judged; he knows how he is, and he's not even a little bit sorry.
Habit and curiosity have him picking up the cloak, looking it over with a few glances as he (mostly) watches her undress from behind. If the cloak needs mending or cleaning, he'll probably have it sent off for that.
She can always borrow something of his in the meantime.
In response to her grin, he offers Sylvie a small smile. Genuine, and also just a touch unsure, though he does try to keep that off of his face. He stays where he is by the door, for now. ]