“<b>You’re entitled to your beliefs,</b>” Loretta acknowledged, nodding not in agreement as much as in acceptance of his commentary — especially the last bit about how he intended to end “the evil” that had befallen the place. She tried her darndest to not laugh, but a smile did manage to creep past her. She could easily attribute it to the fact that she admired his dedication and confidence, though, so she didn’t try to hide it.<br/><br/>“<b>It was a pleasure, Uncas,</b>” she told him as she stepped out of Erebus’ room as well, closing the door behind them both.<br/><br/>Instead of going downstairs and heading out the door like she had considered, she turned and remained upstairs, easily finding the room that their hostess had prepared for her. Locking the door behind her, she sighed heavily and unclasped her cloak, draping it upon a chair to let it dry. Without her back covered by cloth, the low cut of her dress revealed black tattoos inked upon her back where her wings were hidden. She removed her dagger and placed it on the table next to her bed. It glowed for a moment before she set it down, matching the brief glow of her unmasked eyes.<br/><br/>Without worrying about anything else, she climbed into bed. She didn’t bother tucking herself in; the softness of the bed was comfort enough.