Sylvi let out a small chuckle at the idea of Raimius standing in the center of his room in just his loin cloth and a frustrated expression. The cider was starting to gain some ground...Phaing wrote:Abner gives you a funny look. "Well... he was coming after you. I stopped him because I saw you down here, looking as if you needed some space to yourself. And to make sure he stayed up there, I took his clothes to the laundress. I also told him that if he didn't get some rest I could always make sure he did, but i didn't really want to take a chance on giving him a concussion ... and that was just about the time I decided to leave, quickly."
Sylvi looked into her mug and then back to the monk. "Perhaps you're right, Abner." she said softly. "Would you do me a favor though?" she asked politely. Her eyes widening slightly and her ears perking up to match her new found joyous expression. "Would you mind finishing this for me? I'd certainly hate to waste it." she says, pushing the mug in front of the monk, before stepping from her seat.Phaing wrote:"Why don't you go get some rest now? After what you have been through, I think you may need it before you make any decisions."
Her first step was a little wobbly, but she soon corrected herself. "Thank you for the chat, Mr Abner." sylvi says as she gives the man a small wave before leaving the room.
She makes it to Raimius' room not soon after, stopping just outside the door but still struggling to find the courage to enter. "You can do this, Syl." she mutters, trying to psych herself up a little. She slowly reaches for the door handle, but just as her fingers brush the cold iron she pulls back a little. Instead she decides to knock firmly on the wooden door; Feeling as if she was being less intrusive, and allowing Raimius the option to turn her away if he saw fit.