He followed after her, what he need more right now was rest. He still doesn't look at her and is silent as death itself. He wondered what else was in this place, but he really didn't care as long as nonone tried to kill him. Once he reached what would be his room, he thanked her and closed the door. He hadn't slept for about three or four days maybe a week. He always lost count on things like that. He lays down on the bed and drifts off into a dreamless deep sleep. This was probably the most sleep he had gotten in ages. Even though he was in a deep sleep, he was still alerted to his surroundings just incase anything happened.