text: Each room had a big heavy brass key. It wasn't difficult or even notable for hoven hands to use. It wasn't easy to manage with claws, so I had Tarcuna do it for me. Then she had to do it for the others. Except of course that Csirnis didn't seem to have any trouble. Some days I hate Csirnis.
  
  And then Tarcuna walked into my room and tossed her backpack on the desk. "Same arrangements as last time?"
  
  "Did we forget to get you your own room?"
  
  "I thought you wanted me close by for your convenience."
  
  "You're the one who usually needs help. We just forgot about your room."
  
  "Should I go get a separate one? There're two more rooms on this floor free. By tomorrow I'll bet that all fourteen are open."
  
  I was feeling distinctly low on friends. "No, don't bother. Same arrangements as last time."
  
  "Thanks, Spotty," she said. She was probably even lower on friends than I was.