"I bet I can make you a little pillow nest in a chair, or you could take a corner of the bed, whichever seems better... if Kastimund shows up before I go to sleep I'll let him have the bed if he wants it, some of these chairs are practically big enough for me to sleep in."

"Chair, please. Kastimund probably won't want the bed, and I don't think he's coming back until the morning unless he gets really bored. And he tends to sleep floating, anyway. He doesn't get cold."

"Chair it is! Here—" he assembles some small pillows and a fluffy towel, since she would be hopelessly engulfed by anything actually intended as a blanket, and then guides her to the result. "G'night."

"Thank you. Good night," she says, arranging the pillows and fluffy towel to her own comfort and curling up to sleep.

Riale crawls into the bed, which rather engulfs him, and curls up and goes to sleep with the book under his pillow.

Kastimund waits until the both of them seem quite asleep, and then closes their window for them. Then he floats off to find his own location to sleep.

Riale wakes up in the morning and sits up slowly and wonders if this is just the new normal. It's... nice, he supposes.

Ranelin is nestled in her pillow and blanket nest, still asleep.

Kastimund is entirely absent.

Well, Kastimund can be absent if he likes. Riale won't worry until he has a chance to ask Ranelin if he should.

He doesn't feel like going back to the swoop to get breakfast, so he just uses the book to duplicate yesterday's. It is still delicious.

The noise seems to wake Ranelin up, and she stirs, yawning a little.

"Good morning," she says.

"Good morning! Do you want anything to eat? Should I worry about finding Kastimund or just assume he'll show up by the time I'm ready to leave?"

"Oh, um, I don't need anything," she assures. "Kastimund will show up by the time you're ready to leave. He can find us easily enough."

"All right then. I guess I'll go get a change of clothes and so on and then tell the innkeeper I'm leaving."

"Okay. Um. Should we worry about cleaning up the -" she waves her hand in the direction of the model of the world.

"I was thinking I'd just give it to the inn. It'd be a bit much to carry around, and it's pretty and I bet they can find something to do with it, either sell it or use it as a decoration."

Ranelin nods.

"Off I go."

Off he goes. He's back five minutes later, having gone to the bathroom and changed clothes there and notified the innkeeper about his departure and the stunningly detailed model of the world he's leaving in his room. The innkeeper is too confused even to formulate a question about what kind of urgent imperial business he could possibly be on.

"Time to leave. You all ready?"

"I am. May I sit on your shoulder?"

"Absolutely."

Onto his shoulder she goes, then!

"I'm not sure when Kastimund will show up, but he should be very punctual."

"All right."

Back up to the swoop. Any sign of Kastimund?

Right there! Floating next to the swoop, looking at clouds.

"Hello," he says.

"Good morning," says Riale. "Time to fly to Highpoint."

He settles in at the swoop's controls and takes off from the roof.

"Riale made a magical, material appropriate version of the world!" says Ranelin to Kastimund, clearly delighted. "It was amazing, everything floated where it was supposed to go on its own - oh we should have probably shown you, um."

"It's all right. I have no doubt I will see a parade of wonders, trailing after our charming bookholder."