In his room the young man Alistair gathered a few things together to bring down with him to the main lounge to kill some time waiting for Janus. One of the things he brought down was his battered old journal. Bringing the journal with him into the InnKeepers room, he placed it by the bedside table and went back out. Rummaging through the fridge Alistair took out some milk. From his earlier reconnaissance, he deduced the location of the cookies and has been secretly taking an extra from the jar just before bed time.<br/><br/>The kettle he placed on the stove before getting the milk began to whistle loudly. Pouring the hot water and a little bit of milk into his tea he assembled his beverage and snacks into a tray and re-entered the Innkeepers room. He pulled up the same chair right next to the bed. After taking one bite out of the cookie and warming himself with the tea he opened the hardcover and scuffled through the pages in an effort to find something appropriate for him to read. He intended to read aloud but not so loud that she would awaken if she were asleep. Perhaps he thought that if she was not asleep she would be soon enough from the boredom of his journal entries.<br/><br/>" hmm... I remember this one. That day was awful from start to finish. Just at the start of my morning when going to the jon I missed.... then had to clean the damn floor afterwards..." he recalled aloud. It was a familiar act for him to go to someone's bedside and either cheer them up when they're awake or read them silly stories when they're asleep.