Fallon waits by the banister as Senna checks with the keep, then perks up with curiosity at the young woman's determined mission.  Her boots thumping along, she follows Senna up the stairs.  At the mention of an invasion.  "Are you certain?  She might be dressing, or bathing--" she protests irresolutely, grinning lasciviously all the way.<br/><br/>Flashing a grateful smile at the bard, the paladin leavers it to Senna to explain.  She doesn't bother to even close the door before tugging up the armor shirt she wears and dropping it to the floor with the resonant tone of chain against wood--- a feat that seems effortless for the bronzy-skinned elf.  She turns toward the two of them then, assuming a posture at once casual and grand, with one hand on her hip as she begins working with the other at the ties of her reinforced tunic.<br/><br/>"Thanks for letting us share your room for the moment," she says languidly to the bard, eyes flashing prettily as she smiles, before turning her gaze back to the artificer.