"Thank you." Aeria tried not to let out too noticeable of a breath of relief, though one did manage to slip past her lips once help was confirmed. There were already cases of death, and she didn't wish for there to be anymore. In truth, she was, indeed, exhausted. The journey from her home to this one was definitely long, and she'd never had need to travel such a long distance on her own. Of course, her father had insisted she take a few guards, but Aeria refused with the remark that she didn't want to make it seem as though they saw such need for protection. "Oh, thank you. Goodbye," her eyes lingered on the man behind the desk for a few moments before she quickly followed the servant who would lead her to a room. Perhaps, in the bath, she'd be able to get a few minutes of shut eye. The thought was warming.<br/><br/>Once to that room, from beneath her cloak she let a small bag that she'd been carrying rest on the bed, before draping the cloak itself over it. She gave a small nod to the servant when the older man went to leave, and waited until he seemed to have left, to go into the bathroom to get to the bath. Slowly she took off each piece of clothing, neatly folding each and setting them aside so as not to get wet. Once bare, she lowered herself into the bath, relishing in the warmth of the water with a small sigh. Aeria didn't bother to wash her hair, but she did let her eyes flutter closed, relaxing and bordering sleep, yet remaining aware and alert for any sounds that would signal something wasn't quite right. Half an hour later she climbed out of the bath. Using a towel, she dried herself thoroughly, before getting dressed once more.<br/><br/>Finding then that there was little more for her to do, Aeria sat at the edge of the bed that was in the room, and combed her fingers slowly through her hair as she waited.