Dragging her fingers along her scalp, she lightly began to massage the back of her skull as she stepped inside the room. She could feel Dymian following her, but figured he'd leave once he saw she was in a room. Sighing, Zharia threw her hands in the air and spun around to face him. "You do seem on the harsh side, cruel? I'm not sure about that one just yet." Crossing the room, she settled on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her arms. Her hair spilled over her shoulders as she tilted to the side, watching the man with hawk like eyes. "Please do explain your reasons, what could I possible offer you to aid your journey?"