"D'you want to take a shower before bed?" Aaren asks.

Nod. "If isn't too much trouble."

"Not at all, Lan-?"

"Pyjamas, on it," Lan says, already halfway out the door.

"Bathroom's just out here," 'Chelle says, walking backwards out the door and pointing to the door to her right.

"Thank you." Smile.

Percy gets in, tests the water, figures a temperature that's cold, but not too cold to get sick and proceeds to wash off quickly and thoroughly.

There's spare towels on the towel rail, and Lan calls through the door that there's pyjamas hung on the door knob outside when he's ready.

Percy thanks Lan through the door. If there is someone on the other side he will wrap a towel around his waist, but not bother about it otherwise.

Soon, he emerges clean and enpyjamas'ed.

Aaren appears on the stairs. "Sorted? C'mon, all the bedrooms are up here."

"Sorted. Thank you so much for everything."

"It's really no trouble," Aaren says as he leads the way up the stairs, and around the landing to the spare room - there's only three doors noticeable off the landing.

The spare room at the end of the hall is small, in a cosy way. There's a bed tucked against the wall behind the door, a bookshelf diagonal to that, with a chair next to it.

"Here we go, all yours."

Percy takes his surroundings. He decides not to repeat itself with another thanks. "It looks cozy," he says not knowing what else to say. 

He sits on the bed. "You are very generous person, Aaren." Smile.

Aaren smiles back. "I-" he pauses, half-gestures back to the door behind him, "we've got enough to share, so why shouldn't we when someone needs it? Sleep well, Percy."

Smile. He tucks himself in. "Goodnight, Aaren."

And he's left in peace to sleep!

Percy lets his face relax and soon does the same with his body. Not at easy. More like releasing puppet strings from your grasp.

He forgets his body and lets go from his senses one by one. Letting himself drag deeper into the final sense. He watches as the people in the house through it.

Slowly he drifts off into sleep.

The house is warm, and quiet, Lan and Aaren well asleep.

'Chelle is awake for a while, but she too eventually sleeps, only to wake up in the small hours of the morning, to equal parts resignation and frustration.

Percy doesn't need to sleep that much and 'Chelle being awake is distracting. He gets up and looks around the corridor. Is Chelle's door open?

No, but a few seconds after he first looks around the corridor, her door inches open and she slides out-

And lets out a squeak and a jump when she spots him, clapping a hand over her mouth to try and catch the sound.

Percy gets very still. "I noticed someone was up," he whispers.

"I'm sorry," 'Chelle whispers back. "Didn't mean to wake you. Just going to make myself something to drink, want something?"

"Sure, as long I can help."

"Not that much to help with, but sure."

'Chelle pads down the stairs, clearly an expert at moving around the house silently.

Percy follows her just as quietly.