Syra looks back at him. Shaking her head. And walks. Still holding his hand and pulls him along. She looks back at him. Laughing a bit. "Yes...my room. No. And maybe. Your not getting an answer to that last part." she says. Giggling a bit. "And its the only warded room. And the two passageways that lead to and from my room are warded as well and the only ones that my father and Damoen can't enter or get near." she says softly. "Which is why I haven't let your hand go. Since your touching me...you won't feel excruitiating holy power lashing out at you." she says. And presses her hand into a wall. And it slides open. And she leads him into her room. Her room looked post-apocolyptic.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Jace chuckles. "Charmer? I am genuine and just being myself." he says. And follows her into the nightair. Holding her hand and smiling. It was nice to have her with him. It felt normal for them to be holding hands like this. He listens to the sounds of the night. The city was switching to night life mode.</span>