He nodded, and formed one of the better drow vintages, a type of fungus wine that actually was a bit tasty, and had a taste unique to the Underdark. He frowned as he read the label, off by a year, and corrected it, offering her one arm as he headed toward her room, figuring that in her sanctum, she would be more relaxed. That or she would tense up completely, but she was so clearly out of her comfort zone. He frowned, and sent Cerul a mental message, that he would be a bit late, and she could go ahead and meditate, since this might take a while. That taken care of, he re-focused on his surroundings, and opened the door for her, letting her in first before sliding in behind her. He didn't monitor the rooms except for a sense of the magics and divine auras in the rooms, making sure no one was sacrificing small animals to him, or something equally silly.