Jonathan
"I mean, I do know *Hic* Some earth magic, but most of the time it has to be exploring, you know? Venturing out into the unknown wilds and making new discoveries, banding together in the face of insurmountable odds, stuff like that... Is romantic, is it not?"

Sol burped in a manner rather unbecoming of clergy as she settled for making herself comfortable on Yakaiyo's shoulder, her tail reflecting the very same as it drooped.
Carolyn
"I suppose you and I have very different ideas of romantic, though I will say facing things together *Does* Sound nice. Must be my age."

*The treton stroked down Sol's back and tail; fortunately, she seemed calm and docile enough already. Looking around, Yakaiyo made her way through the dark city; if Sol was aware enough, she would notice that Yakaiyo avoided taking large streets, preferring alleyways and quickly crossing the road. Eventually, the pair would come to an inn, with the treton paying without much talking.*

"Well, we're here now."
Jonathan
"Mhm, you don't look all that old though? Maybe twenty-five if I had to guess."

Sol remained quiet throughout the trip through the city's backstreets, partially because she was under the influence of alcohol but also because enough of her sensibilities remained to warn her that drawing attention to themselves then would be a rather bad idea. Thus she kept her silence all the way until they'd reached the room.

"Mhm, remind me to pay you back later when I'm sober." Sol mumbled sleepily, starting to nod off again.
Carolyn
"Oh, you're too nice. I'm a tad over 40; 42, 43 maybe?"

*The door opened without much fuss, and a small, though cozy room revealed itself. *

"No need, Sol. It's not much money, anyway."

*The treton set the reptilian down on a nearby couch, before checking around the room. Corners, windows, shelves... Yakaiyo seemed keen to inspect every bit of it.*