"Ah," he saw the drop hit the slate and moved it, "thrice-damned busted shingle." He was muttering. He grabbed a clay pot and put it down to collect the water so it didn't ruin his table. His home was mostly snug and dry, but even he lost a shingle ever now and again. "Let's get some sleep, I'm tired." The irritation was gone from his voice. He gestured to her to follow, and he took her over to his bed. It was small, but neat and tidy like the rest of his dwelling. "Here..." he pat the bed.<br/><br/>He had a chair by the fire that he would use for himself. He wasn't used to having a whole lot of overnight company. He put the candle on the nightstand next to the bed and went over to his chest to get out some extra blankets. It could get cold out here and he gave her a few extra blankets before taking the remainder over to his chair.<br/><br/>"Good night, Alina." He didn't want to ruin her picture so he kind of sketched out the symbols in the air for goodnight before walking to the fire and poking at it a few times to rile it up before sitting down and pulling off his boots and some of his over-clothes before nestling down into the chair to go to sleep. Atrius longed for the uncomplicated nature of sleep. He had a fairly calm and deep sleep, too tired to dream.