Abia was clueless as to what had just transpired. First a strange tenant of hers thinks it’s morning in the middle of the night. Now Victor, a previously bright personality, albeit weird, was giving her very offputting vibes as he strode past her towards the stairs. She heard his words and could only shrug. She supposed she should show him to his room.<br/><br/>With a slightly quicker pace, she waltzed up to him, and then passed him by to lead him through to the second floor, “your room is this way.” At the top of the stairs was a hallway lined with doors on both sides. The first on the right was hers, the second was Nathan’s. The third door on the left was the other man’s room. Abia approached the door across the hall from hers, opening it to show a layout not very different from the other room described: bath and screen to the left, closet to the right, desk with a lantern just next to the closet, painting on the wall next to the door, bed front and center against the back wall with a window above the headboard.<br/><br/>She walked in and pushed back the privacy screen, revealing a tub half filled with lukewarm water. “If you’ll give me a moment, I’ll go and fetch some hot water for you.” She said before walking past him in the doorway, leaving him to make himself at home while she gathered a couple of pails of water to bring back.