She cracked a smile when he slipped, and opened her mouth to protest, but already the old master was removing his gauntlets and boots, settling himself down as comfortably as he could. Sighing, she shook her head at him, "Stubborn old bat," she muttered under her breath with a chuckle, half hoping he would hear her.<br/><br/>But argue she did not, and instead went to the task of unbuckling her armor, piece by piece it fell off of her, exposing the tight leather jerkin she had been wearing below the chestplate, and the leggings that were under her mail and greaves. It felt nice to let her body breathe, and she didn't waste much more time thinking about it. Soon enough there was a small young lady standing near a pile of metal, she was a few inches shorter without the armor, and a fair bit slimmer. Though no more armor fell off of her, she seemed comfortable enough, internally she was debating if she ought to loosen the cinch around her breasts. After a moment, she decided against it, the last thing she needed in an ambush was bouncing breasts in her way.<br/><br/>She climbed onto the bed without a word and kicked the blankets down until there was only one thin one she could pull over her. The amount of people in Denerim made it seem warmer than her old home, and much more than the open road, so the sheet was enough. She settled quickly and tried to let sleep come to her, but it would not. The slant of the bed eased pain from Aimil's back she hadn't known she had, and she sighed softly. "You can have the bed tomorrow," she told the man across the room, evne if she was supposed to be sleeping, "this was sent from the Maker." Aimil rolled to groan her comfort into a pillow.