Brendan sighed wearily, picked up the cat, set her to side of him and stood up. "Well, at any rate... It's<em>my</em>fault that you're here." He said to Orane. He felt a sharp pang of guilt and his cheeks flushed slightly as he found himself looking awkwardly at the floor, unable to meet anyone's eyes. "The least I can do... is offer you a safe place to sleep for the night." Brendan continued. He pointed down to one end of the hallway, "There's a few rooms down on that end that aren't being used. And I can give you some clean sheets and an unused pillow. It isn't much, but it's the best I can do."<br/><br/>Brendan hesitated and figited with his hands. "Um... I really am sorry, everyone... For all the trouble." Swaying on his feet just then, he came to the realization of just how tired he actually was. With his own bed beckoning to him, he made haste to his room to fetch the linens for the new house guest to use. Returning shortly, he handed Orane a brand new pillow, bed sheets and a large comforter. "As I said, this is the best I can do." He restated, "I'm awfully tired... I'm gonna go to bed myself. I'm sorry, again, for all the trouble." And with then Brendan plodded off to his room to retire for the evening.<br/><br/>