In contrast to the hallway outside, the interior of these rooms held little similarities with inns back home beyond their most fundamental structure. Sure, they had a bed-but there was no chamber pot, no visible tub for bathing (though perhaps that was what was kept behind the other door?), no clear source of heat...

With his invitation, she sat upon the bed, careful this time to make certain the cloak maintained her modesty. "I'd appreciate that, Ferdinand. And I guess to get my own clothes back, I'll have to find... a partner." He'd mentioned Seteth's presence, and though the man had always been... severe, to put it lightly, he was far from unappealing. And there were sure to be others on the island that *weren't* from Garreg Mach that might fit her needs. As of the moment, though, her resolve not to engage with her students in such a way would stand strong.