The Vaesteri family was among Milirevi's most important families. For generations, they've put their sorcerous prowess at service of the city and in the name of the Daliath religion. Their contributions were so notorious that they earned multiple awards and titles for it. Including the Dal-kanan-Dal (the blessing that multiples blessings), an honor granted to a single digit of families around the known worlds. The family ran a temple that was large, beautiful, a historical landmark, and a shelter to those in need.
Nod. "I don't know if we have a fireproof collective dorm. But if we do, do you have a preference to room alone?"
He twitches ever so slightly, and there's perhaps a suggestion that he would definitely prefer a room alone, but...
"Whatever's easiest, sir."
"Alright... let me see, ah, any special needs? Medically? Allergies?"
He shakes his head, more because he doesn't know the answer to those questions than because he's certain the answer is 'no'.
"Alright. I will make arrangements. Anything you need from me before I go?"
"...Not unless you wanted something from me?"
"No... thanks. I will be back soon."
He departs (flees?) the room, which is more like an open nook with walls and furniture giving some privacy.
Nova stares after him in mild confusion, not...entirely sure what to do.
But. But he's been left alone, and-
He slides off the seat and tucks himself behind it, dropping his head onto his knees and...waits.
Parafi might notice people coming and going. Including someone's whose footsteps indicate they stood around the corner for a moment before turning away.
Soon, Feliaris is back.
Followed by a woman with a politely pleasant smile.
"Hello, Parafi. I'm Feliaris' grandmother, Dal-Yora Vaesteri."
He is very aware of the people around him, especially the person who loitered nearby, and he's tense(r) until they've gone.
He unfolds from where he's crouched as Feliaris returns, and bows, not straightening. "I- at your service, ma'am."
"Likewise. We can set you up in a moment. We just need to get a couple other things out of the way."
"...ma'am?" he asks. There's no confusion, but there is mild resignation, and perhaps a hint of warning that he will fight if he needs to.
Her eyebrow raises ever so slightly at the tone. "First. You and everyone sheltered inside this hallowed walls are under our protection both from external and internal dangers. No one here is allowed to harm you."
That sounds...false, and wrong (and no-one's ever cared about 'allowed' before), but...
"As you say, ma'am," he agrees.
"Second. Because of the first point we can't let the people under our protection to hurt each other. Feliaris is warded, so there was no harm done there and he shouldn't have touched you. But the rule applies to you too."
"I understand, ma'am," he says, bowing slightly more. "I won't."
"Alright. Follow us, we will show you your accommodations."
The two start leading Parafi through corridors and a couple of flight of stairs.
Nova follows obediently after them, keeping his eyes lowered, and tracking everyone around them.
In that case he will be led to an bedroom with two mistmatched bunk beds.
"The room is fireproof. No one is using this room at the moment and we don't have plans to move anyone in. You can rest now and go look Feliaris or one of his brothers when you get hungry or need a change of clothes."
He bows again, low. "Thank you, ma'am," he murmurs. "I am in your debt." (There's an offer of payment there.)
"You're welcome and there is no debt for you to worry about."
...He's not going to call her a liar to her face. Everything has a price. Instead he repeats his bow, and hopes they'll leave him alone.
Feliaris smiles brightly. "Rest well." And they leave him be.
Nova tugs the blanket off one of the bunks, wraps it around his shoulders, and curls up under it. He just needs to rest, he can...he can figure out a plan after he's slept.
So he sleeps. (Restlessly, and on edge, on guard for anyone coming in.)