We...I...warmbloods have a hard time interpreting your body languages, and you know that. Sure, I'll leave. Let you boys play with the water a bit. Senna leaves the room, partially angry and embarrassed. Glyph stares at the bed. Glyph, back! she commands as the cat transforms into vapor.

Senna knocks at Melian's door. Hey could you dry my... she pauses, investigating if the elf meditates or really sleeps. She always was curious. Then the cleric saw the pseudodragon. Things are getting weirder and weirder. she says as she covers both with a blanket and leaves the room.

She tries to enter hers and Vyv's room. She rattles the locked door. I paid for the rooms, you know. The least you can do is let me in, Vyvian.