<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6b/5f/d3/6b5fd36a5b475af394692ec0b3d92495.jpg)</div>Laya thoughts on her escort a moment later is furthered cemented that they're correct.    For he lays out his cloak, then bedroll and blanket on the bed and calls her to take the bed.   She does as he says, rising up off the floor and climbing onto the bed.   She is a bit of surprise when he does not join her, but moves over to the table.   Begins working on some alchemy concoctions.<br/><br/>She watches him in quiet, as she lays on the bed.  Sleep does not come to her as she watches him.   He  makes four vials of something.  Two sets of different recipes.   When he finally finishes and now apparently going to sleep sitting in the chair.<br/><br/>"You should join me.   Sleeping in the chair is not good."<br/><br/>The offer is made with genuine concern for him on a humanitarian design.    Of course she is grateful she was given leave to sleep on the bed.   Staying in the persona of being a slave had been hard to go through with moving to sleep on the floor.  She is sore from the ride,  she had not ridden that long in years.   The smell of horse upon her.<br/><br/>"Please."