Alistair followed along quietly yet with the glimmer of anticipation as he was led back to the square with the many caravans present, guided towards those which had set themselves up as residences and shops. He had assumed that she was lodged in an inn somewhere, but he had no problem with this sort of room for the night if it was where she was staying while she was in town. So long as they had some privacy, it would do in the end.<br/><br/>At last they arrived at he final wagon, which Helena presented a key for and unlocked to prove that it was her room after all. Alistair followed inside without comment, and looked it over with an appreciative eye. It was definitely cozy, that much he could say, but there was still plenty of room for the two of them to move about. A good thing too, with the sorts of fun things they could get up to in here.<br/><br/>As the light flared to life Alistair turned back to meet Helena, the two of them coming together somewhat as her visor was removed and an impish grin worn on her face. His was more calm but hardly reserved, some of his more heated experiences from back before he had been forced to leave peeking through once again. He met the kiss firmly, a rumble originating in his chest as his hands rose to brush against her sides. "Nice place," he noted once they had broken apart for breath, though he wouldn't let that interlude last long if she was in the mood for more.