He offered Albia his left arm, for her to hold on to, should she so wish. The stairs were wide enough for the both of them to walk upstairs next to one another. Her tired smile learnt him she must realise she was a lot more tired than she would care to admit. It was another side to her, one that other patrons might be more familiar with, but he certainly wasn't, it was a world apart from the lass that seemingly without effort kept a whole tavern, including bar and kitchen, running. He had witnessed no other servants, no boys to run errands and no-one else to suggest she indeed did have help. It was a strange situation, but one he was sure of to get to know better in the days and weeks to follow.<br/><br/>He only guided her to her room, but at her doorstep, he spoke softly: 'Is there anything else I can be of assistance with, Albia? Anything, whatever small you might think it to be. Wait...' He tapped his cloak as seemed to be his custom, to find something that he just thought of and dug a tiny little bell from one of his many pockets. 'It may seem this bell makes hardly any noise, but sound it once and I will know you require some of my assistance. I wish for you to have it'.