Aren nodded, smiling at her. "You are in my room," he said quietly. "Trust me, you don't want to sleep on one of the standard bunks drunk; you won't be able to move in the morning." He tucked her gently under the covers, chuckling at feeling paternal toward this grown woman. "I'll be out on the sofa tonight," he said, flicking the lights off as he walked toward the door.