"They don't have rooms in their booths."

"No, but they probably see lots of tourists and know where there's lodging."

"Oh."

She asks this of friendly-looking vendors.

Friendly-looking vendors can refer her to a selection of inns and people with spare rooms and a boarding house.

Well if she can afford any of those, a roof over her head sounds great.

Most affordable is a spare room. The boarding house is cheaper per day but wants a lot up front and the inns tend to come with food and charge more for that but it might not be edible for Segda.

Cool. Spare room it is. If any of them will tolerate Segda.

"Are you going to tie it up at night?" asks the owner of the first spare room.

"If I need to. It's usually very well-behaved."

"If you're asleep and it does something it'll have a while to do it before you can stop it, though."

"We do magic. I can cover any damage it causes."

"Can it use your magic in your sleep? I'm not sure how that works."

"No, it can't."

"Hrmph. If you lock the door and keep the key on you that'll be all right."

"Thank you."

And she and Segda get a room and a key thereto. There's only one bed and it's pretty small and Segda wants it.

"When you're earning the money you get the bed."

"You're telling everybody I'm helping do magic."

"Yeah. Because I don't want them to kill you if they're mad at you and if they think you're valuable to me then they won't."

"I want to sleep in the bed."

"I also want to sleep in the bed. Maybe tomorrow if we get more clients we will be able to afford two beds."

"I can't get those, I don't know human."

"You might want to start learning! So might I, actually, so I'm not burning spell slots." She lies down on the bed.

Segda squeezes in next to her.