Master's room was nothing like Ezra had expected it to be. The sniffling Asha stepped inside, surprised that he was being allowed inside of his master's private chambers when just the night before Reis had been willing to lock him up instead of take him in. While the rest of Master's estate was impeccably kept, with not a speck of dust around to be seen, his bedroom seemed like a completely different world. A layer of dust and debris coated anything Reis didn't regularly interact with, and books were strewn all about, open to different pages, stacked on top of one another, discussing all matters of wildlife and animal history and care.<br/><br/>Goosebumps exploded across Ezra's skin as he crossed the threshold into Reis' room, and he wrapped his arms around himself in a futile attempt to stave off the cold. "It is chilly in here, Mas--um, R-Reis," he muttered, attempting to acquiesce to his master's wishes but feeling quite awkward in doing so. Despite the chaos, Ezra found the room to be comforting. It was the only place on the estate that felt<i>real</i>, like someone actually lived and breathed here. And more importantly, it was Reis who lived here. Anything that allowed Ezra the opportunity to feel closer to his master pleased him, and he decided within seconds that Reis' room was his second favorite area in all the estate, closely following the gardens.<br/><br/>"I like your room," he said softly, stepping forward carefully, unsure of where he was allowed to go. He waited, obviously out of place in Reis' massive quarters, standing in the middle of the room, avoiding the fireplace. His eyes had darted there momentarily, and although he craved the warmth that bled into the air from the flickering flames, his singed skin left him feeling wary of flames and glowing coals. His attention was grabbed when Reis began to speak again, blaming himself for Ezra's "incident," though none of it had been Reis' fault. Or Ezra's, for that matter. No. It was Mister Andras' fault.<br/><br/>"I would very much like to not be sold to Mister Andras," Ezra explained, feeling a deep relief in his chest at Reis' words. Master wouldn't lie to him. "Mister Andras is a very bad man with shadows in his heart. He is mean." Though he wished to tell Reis more, Ezra didn't want to speak any more ill of Master's cousin than he already had. He pressed his lips together tightly, as if attempting to keep more words from spilling out, and looked down at his feet quietly.<br/><br/>Reis told him to lie down, and Ezra looked around, unsure of where to go. He turned away from the rug and fire, unwilling to get close again though his body was still shaking from the chill. There were many couches, but the only place that looked warm seemed to be the large bed, covered in many different blankets and already looking as if all it needed was a body to slip into it. Ezra moved across the room to the empty space where Reis had lain only moments before having to attend to his pet's yells, laying down carefully on his stomach and sliding his legs underneath the blankets while his arms were tucked beneath him. Curls cascaded across the pillow as Ezra rested his weary head upon it, waiting patiently for his master, for Reis, to return to him.