There's a sense of confusion and uncertainty from Sara, but she doesn't reply to him, mentally. "I thought I felt something. I suppose not," she says, quietly. Draiss can see she's a fairly frail-looking woman, though she has a powerful spirit, and a kind heart. The man, on the other hand, carries a small, unobtrusive holy symbol, in the shape of a simple circle, not of any particular deity, and wears both a longsword and a dagger, even in the inn, though he's discarded his normal platemail for lighter wear.<br/><br/>Nadriina arches an eyebrow.<em>If I didn't know better, I'd assume you were joking. You certainly seem to make my work irrelevant, with little effort, though,</em>she replies, lightheartedly, as she enjoys the dinner with Draiss, in the relatively quiet and calm inn.<br/><br/>After dinner, they arrive at the pair's room. "Yes?" "The door's open." Inside, the pair are seated at one of the chairs, in the room, her sitting in his lap, his arms wrapped around her protectively. "Oh? Who are you?"