"If you would... give us our own rooms, as I know I just want to rest," the gold asks, the others echoing her sentiments.<br/><br/>Vorela looks terribly worried. "I've seen girls who fled to the monastery, after encounters like that. They seem to think sex is the only way to get attention." Her eyes narrow, slightly. "Best to keep Kamariel far away from here." Aviendha doesn't show any emotion, outwardly, but he can sense the sorrow within her, as powerful as only an immortal being of compassion possibly could. They both agree to help, in any way they can, and encourage him to keep his distance; the last thing any of them need are his deviancies.