The room was cozy, and Ylrid was rather impressed by Lord Bennington's hospitality. He could understand the reasons Eira had for not wanting to marry the man, but she had been clear that he was not all bad. To some degree Ylrid had been disappointed by this, he wanted a fight, he had been itching for one for quite some time now. Instead he was to play politician and matchmaker, things he was capable of at least.<br/><br/>Sleep came soon enough for the shapeshifter, his nearly naked form weary from a month of stress and travel. The very idea that he had been successful seemed almost surreal, and his body finally ended the resistance stage and entered into exhaustion. His dreams were peaceful, but there was something new in them, or rather someone, Eira, and this was something that was sure to puzzle Ylrid for some time.<br/><br/>Before he could talk to her in his dream there was a knock on his door. Quickly Ylrid pulled on some trousers, the same ones from the night before, and answered the door still naked from the waist up. As his eyes saw Eira he immediately blushed, but acted quickly and without a word he snatched her right wrist with his left hand and tugged her in before closing the door in a rush.<br/><br/>"Good morning Eira, I must say you caught me sleeping in a little bit." Still shaking the cobwebs out of his head he asked, "what can I do for you this morning?"