Standing at Verisira's door was a young woman, seventeen or maybe eighteen years old.  She was smiling and wearing loose-fitting, comfortable-looking clothes, and had hair pulled back into a ponytail.  She took a glance over Verisira and had to swallow down a little giggle, which came out in full when Verisira screamed and went for her dress.<br/><br/>"Don't worry too much," she said.  "It's nothing I haven't seen before, I promise.  Anyway -- I was told I should check on this room in the morning.  I heard you weren't feeling too well.  Is there anything I can get you?  Are you all right?"