In the quiet of the late evening, Fallon stands on the landing and watches over the shoulder of the innkeeper as he unlatches Koram's door. "I appreciate your assistance," Fallon murmurs in thanks as the sleepy man nods agreeably.<br/><br/>She waits until he's lit the bedside lamp, but not before he's left, to begin settling in-- piling her gear by the bedside table, she surveys the comfortable chamber.  It's the finest bedroom she's seen in quite a while, and when the innkeeper closes the door behind himself she releases a contented sigh.<br/><br/>Turning the lamp's wick down to a cool amber glow, she sheds her clothing in the near-dark and slides under the covers of the bed.  Smiling contentedly at the sensation of soft cotton on her bare skin, she carefully arranges her red hair to fan across the pillow when she rests her head; she hopes that it looks accidental.  Sighing gently, she smiles and lets herself slide into reverie-- it would be so sweet to see that look in Koram's eyes again, to feel beautiful through him again, and to bring him some measure of joy in return...