Riz smiled -- a soft, friendly smile, too.  Not the same wicked grin she'd worn as she cajoled and extorted and threatened her way down there with Jaime and the priestess in tow, but something more genuine.  Riz, it seemed, was taking their agreement to work together -- as partners -- seriously, even if she'd had her hand forced by Jaime once or twice.<br/><br/>She could be mean -- but she didn't really want to.  So she took Jaime's hand, and lead her gently away from the table and through the kitchen.  "Just relax," she said softly, not so much an order as a suggestion or even a plea.  She lead Jaime into the bedroom, which was nearer the far end of the house, close to living room.  The light from the kitchen faded until it was only a small glimmer; it was hard to make out much in the bedroom once they'd arrived there (for Jaime, anyway), though the bed that sat centered in the room was apparent.  There looked to be bookshelves as well along the walls, and a bed-stand with a book resting open upon it.  It was hard to make out further details, though -- there was no source of light within the room.<br/><br/>When Riz shut the door, there was no light at all.  She lead Jaime very carefully to the bed -- she wouldn't want the human to hurt herself in the dark, after all.