“I.....what?” The tired confusion on her face was prominent. “I...guess I’ll go see if I can help him.” A powerful yawn managed to escape her lips as she raised her hand to her mouth to try and cover it. “Hmmm....maybe if he’s a friend, he could watch the big guy and you could get that sleep after all.” She gave him a smile, voicing the thoughts that she apparently shared with him.<br/><br/>Abia took the few steps that led downstairs, seeing the woman on one side of her, sewing by the slowly dying fire, and the dwarven saint on the other, messily eating a previous patron’s leftovers. “Good evening. Are you in need of any assistance? I’m told you know one of the inn’s guests, as impromptu as it was. Did you want to see him? Or want a room for yourself?”<br/><br/>She also turned her attention to the woman, “if you’d like, Miss, I can also set up a room for you as well. I’m certain it would be much cozier to mend the gentleman’s clothes there than on that fairly uncomfortable bench.” As she was saying this, the patron who had stepped in as bartender made for the door after finishing cleaning up the tavern (save for the half eaten plate of meat that Uncas was finishing off), waving goodbye and goodnight to Abia, who returned the gesture with a smile and wave of her own, wishing him a safe trek home and a full restful night. All who remained within the building were Abia herself, and her strange company to whom she now provided food and shelter.