It does!

She grins, delighted, and starts to talk, but has to pause to yawn. "Alright," she says once she can speak again, "So you can definitely cast on enchanted objects and alter our spells so long as we aren't actively controlling them, but you can't affect anything we are controlling. I don't think there's much else we can do tonight, though, and I'm obviously about ready to sleep... Are you staying in the palace?" 

"I think so. I was told I could have a room, and to ask a servant about it."

"You can tap the wall rail with some mana to call someone- or, I guess you can't, actually. I'll call for you." She gathers up the stylus and lamp and heads out into the hall, reaching out a thread to bring the acid ball with her, leaving it hovering in the hall to tap the rail with another thread. 

It only takes a minute for someone to arrive; in the meantime, Sara trots over to the building's entrance and tosses the acid ball out into the nearest training field. 

The man who arrives is wearing the same outfit as the woman who had led Sugira to the library earlier. He bows shallowly to Sara, "You need something, Miss Sara?" He asks. 

She gestures at Sugira, "The Lady offered him rooms in the palace?" She offers. 

He turns to Sugira, "Yes, Elena informed the steward; you would like to rest, now, sir?"

"Yes. Thank you."

And to Sara: "Thank you for the experiments. How can I find you again?"

"I'm in the palace library most evenings, you could find me there? I attend the Academy every day except Timeday and Voidday, if you're going to visit you can find me between classes - I have two hours free at midday, I usually spend that in one of the workshops one the second floor of the library at the Academy." 

"Evenings in the library works. Thanks."

"You're welcome! I hope we can experiment some more!" And, with a wave, she heads off in the direction of the side door they'd come in through.

After she leaves, the servant gestures him to follow, "We prepared a room in the guest wing for you, sir," he says. 

He nods and follows.

The guest wing is in a different part of the palace than any he's seen so far. The servant leads him through the gardens, eventually passing out of the watergardens to a carefully tended artificial wood. Tall golden lamps shine on the path, shaded by branches passing below them. They pass a couple cuddled close on a bench in a clearing off the path, and a few people pass them, apparently on leisurely midnight walks. A light mist drifts over the ground, covering the springy moss and low ornamental bushes with droplets. 

 The main hallways of the guest wing are much like the wing Erin's room was in. They pass many of the small water features found all over the palace before Sugira's guide eventually halts in front of a door. 

"Your rooms, sir," he says, gesturing at it. This door opens without a mana key; the servant offers a physical key of black metal instead. 

"Thank you."

He takes the key and opens the door.

The servant bows, "If you would like a meal before you retire you need only ask," he says, "I will wait while you examine the rooms."

The room on the other side of the door is a sitting room/dining room mix. There's a set of pegs on the wall near the door for the hanging of cloaks, coats, bags, and other things, and beneath it is a small, short table with space for shoes underneath. 

Further inside the room is a brown loveseat and a comfortable dark blue chair arranged on a cream carpet in a conversation circle. An oval-shaped wooden coffee table sits between them, a set of three small woven mats settled in the center, and a matching pair of smaller tables bookend the couch. 

At the other end of the room a three-seat table sits before the windows, which look out on a clearing in the woods outside. There's a small pond, on the shore of which a large grey bird rests, preening its wings. 

A number of landscape paintings line the walls, and in the left wall is another door, closed, which presumably leads to the bedroom. 

He glances inside, finds it acceptable, and turns back to the servant. "I would like a meal, yes. Something simple, with no meat or other animal parts."

"Certainly, sir. I will return shortly." 

He bows, and heads back around the corridor, quickly moving out of sight. 

He goes to explore the bedroom.

It's a bedroom! Also a study. 

The walls are a subdued green. To the right is a desk and padded chair. The bookshelves standing on either side, bracketing the window, are currently empty. 

Across the room is a four poster bed, a thin, weighted cream curtain hanging from the canopy to keep out the light. A small table stands on either side, one with a lamp (though he may not be able to use it as intended), the other with an water-filled hourglass suspended in a frame, its base covered in dials. The water trickles down very slowly. 

Against the outside wall beside the bookshelves is a dresser, with a tall center closet for hanging robes. A mirror stands in the corner between dresser and bed. Another door, likely to the washroom, sits on the other side of the bed. 

Any way directly to the outside from either of these rooms?

Doesn't look like it; unless he wants to open up a window and climb through. He's on the second floor, so it wouldn't be particularly dangerous. 

He might do that sometime if he gets restless, then.

While he waits for food, he starts mentally reconstructing the path to the library in his head, as well as planning to request paper and writing supplies.

If he looks in the drawers in the desk he'll find some writing supplies - a thicker, more brittle paper than he might be used to, like thin, flexible bark, a set of blue, red, and black inkwells, and a trio of quills of varying nib thickness. 

Finding the library should just be a matter of going down to the ground floor of the southeast wing, walking down the central hall to the center wing, and then up that wing's center hall until he reaches the library, which was just off it. He could also trace the path to the training halls and then back to the main palace, if he's unsure. 

He looks in the drawers, and sets about making a few notes for a spell to make more spellbook-quality paper out of wood. That sounds unlikely to explode, and it's something he'll probably need sooner rather than later.

He only gets a few minutes in before there's a knock on the suite's door, preumably a servant bringing him food. 

He'll answer it.

It's a servant, as expected. She has a wheeled cart with her, carrying a covered tray, a jug of cool water, and a steaming kettle.

"Your meal, sir?" She says quietly, in deference to the hour, and wheeling it in and over to the table by the window. After moving the tray over, she lifts the lid, revealing a steaming bowl of stew, with some kind of crusty bread on the side, an empty glass, a tea cup, and a small teapot with a selection of herbal tisanes in labeled cloth bags. 

"The stew is mushroom and vegetable, and the teas are all of the night variety. The steward thought you might like some, given the hour." 

"Thank you."

"When you're done, just place everything back on the cart and roll it out into the corridor. Someone will come pick it up." 

That said, she leaves him be.