The rundown of the grotto's inner layout provided Nyra with an excuse to look away from him without the risk of appearing embarrassed. Glancing towards the darkened archway she hummed and nodded along. The directions were simple but ultimately pointless, as she had no intentions of venturing beyond the bedroom during the night. Once he had finished she bade him an awkward good night, finding no reason to prolong the evening with idle small talk. After she heard the door to the other room shut she sighed and ditched the towel, tossing it over to the nearest chair before she flopped onto her back. Staring up into the shadows of the ceiling she tried to plot her course for the next day, doubtful that she would find sleep easily. But the bed was comfortable, far softer and more luxurious than anything she had laid on in months, and the furs were warm. Before she realized what was happening she slipped into slumber, lulled by the gentle sound of waves lapping at the stone and the subtle crackle of the banked fire.

Waking again was a slow affair, marked by brief periods of consciousness where she would stir just long enough to bundle herself tighter in the furs and nestle deeper into the nest of pillows. It was well past dawn - her intended departure time - when she finally woke for good. Blinking blurry eyes she peered around the room and pulled herself up with a drowsy groan, hiding her face in her hands as she tried to gather her wits again.