Dion smiles to see it, pleased he is able to provide such comforts. He'd had somewhat selfish motivations in truth, but it does rather benefit them all.

He leads them to the stairs, which spiral up a tower with landings for both the higher floors. Generous windows give them only a view of the dark outside and distant glow of lights, but will certainly make for a compelling view during the day.

"This is to be Jill and Ifrit's floor," he says, stopping them at the next landing. "And we shall take the top on the morrow, but I'm not of a mind to move furniture this late in the evening."

He opens the first door, which still holds their small beds and odd belongings, although they no longer dominate the room's space.

"Jill and Ifrit's room should have an ensuite washroom, as should ours above. But there should also be a guest washroom or two scattered about.."