Conal's home reminded Aisling of a scholars room, despite the strange configuration. It had the feeling of being small but she could tell that it wasn't. Her sky blue eyes traveled along the lines Conal's hand motioned in as he explained where everything was.<br/><br/>"A towel perhaps?" she asked when Conal asked if they needed anything. Aisling looked down at where she stood noticing the water pooling around her as it dripped from her clothing, the material clinging to her form.