Queen
"I could use a bath, and get this armored clean. A nice bed will be nice." Aerin agreed.

By the journey, Aerin's armor had seen better days and he had not taken it off for a while. It would be nice to wear some casual clothing.
Cristina
"I'll get your room Dotty. Aerin I assume you can pay for your own." She crossed her arms.
Queen
"Of course. I have the funds. We should make sure to stock up on warmer clothing for the Jounrey up North. Cloaks, potions, and fur tents should do us nice" He added.

Aerin and Neyna were both ready to head in the inn.
Virgie
*Dotty had, again, been lost in thought, her gaze lingering on the buildings and the bustling city of Whiterun. The offer of a room from Neyna, however, brought her back to the present. She bashfully brushed a strand of silver hair from her face, she replied. "I have my own funds... It's not much, but a room shouldn't be that much more expensive than what we charged in Ivarstead. I'd hate to put you guys out. You already done so much for me!"

Dotty smiled a smile of gratitude toward her companions. Despite the offer, Dotty still seemed to be reluctant to accept help or hand-me-outs.* 

"If you two keep carrying me every step of the way, I won't be able to learn anything for myself"

*She quietly mentioned, more talking to herself towards the end. Nonetheless, she led the way to the inn. Once they entered, a woman spoke to the group.* `Welcome to The Bannered Mare! Feel free to sit wherever you like and someone will be with you shortly.` *They were immediately met with a lively and spirited atmosphere. The inn's interior was warm and inviting, the flickering light of numerous candles and hearth fires danced across wooden beams and polished tables, casting a golden glow throughout the room. The air was filled with the harmonious strumming of a bard's lute, its melodies weaving a tapestry of enchanting tunes. Patrons, both local and foreign, sat at sturdy wooden tables, sharing tales of their adventures over hearty meals and mugs of ale.*

*Aerin and Neyna found themselves drawn to an empty table, the allure of a cozy fireside spot too inviting to resist. As they settled in, Dotty took a moment to appreciate the liveliness of the inn. The bard's music, the laughter of patrons, and the comforting aroma of freshly cooked meals. All seemed so foreign to her. Wilhelms little inn was never this busy.*