To keep him from noticing the bed, she opened an entryway on the far divider. "This is the washroom. You will not need to stroll a few doors down as you did at the inn."
Follow put down his bag and approached investigate the restroom. Remaining next to her in the open entryway, he looked inside. "A warmed towel rack, divider radiator, and shower. Every one of the solaces of home." He saw one more entryway inverse the one Freya had opened. "Where does that entryway lead?"
She muttered the following tad of data. "It's my room. You to impart the washroom to me."
He gradually went to peer down at her, putting his hand on the door jamb behind her head. "Your room is close to mine?"
He was excessively close, she thought anxiously. The aroma of his post-shaving astringent and the glow exuding
