Her hand goes through like there was nothing there.

And then presumably she can go through as well! Off to find a room and to sleep in it. Beware of 'occupied' signs.

There are a bunch of doors upstairs with square slabs of stone on the wall next to each. Some glow faintly red, some glow faintly blue.

Well, the barrier to get upstairs was blue, and that's meant to block out non-guild-members from entering... Blue must be a blocker, red must mean something is open. Flawless logic. Let's try to open a red door.

Nope.

Cynthia stares at the door for a moment, before deciding to just switch on her mental boosting blessing.

Click.

Well, likely the doors farthest away from the stairs are unoccupied and displaying the unoccupied color. Probably blue. It's also a better place to sleep inside to avoid bumping into people tomorrow morning. Let's go sleep there, a blue door near the end of the hallway.

The blue slab is warm and the door clicks open under her touch.

Success. Probably fairly useless to turn on the blessing because it was a 50-50 chance you already made so-

Click.

Enough of 'figuring shit out' bullcrap. Sleep. Inside she goes.

It is a small but cosy room with a bed and a bedside table and a table and a chair. No bathroom—that must be the one unmarked door outside, at the end of the hallway.

Backpack is thrown onto the table, blessing is swapped to inactive-Flight (the most important one to have recharging during the night for full power at wake up), and onto the bed she flumps. Covers are a luxury she doesn't care too much about and time consuming to deal with, so sleeping stomach down on top of them is just fine.

Dealing with people is exhausting. Walking is exhausting. Let's just sleep.

Nothing and no one bothers her during the night.

The lump of hair stirs in the morning. Cynthia just walks as a sleepy hair-person (wearing a backpack) out of the room and toward the meeting place. If she's early she can spend the time to look better, if she's late it's probably better to arrive and then deal with it while they walk.

She's early, yeah, Kaede's nowhere in sight.

There's a boy there, though, when she shows up.

Cynthia walks to a place to sit, and having not seen Kaede as Cynthia knows her, she sits down and starts meandering her hair out of being a spontaneous reenactment of The Grudge.

She's early as Kaede isn't there, but is also late, as Kaede is there. Too bad Cynthia can't enjoy this logical oddity.

"Ready to go, then?" the boy walks up to her to ask, smirking.

Cynthia pauses, then slowly looks upwards to him. "Hello?"

"Hello indeed."

She looks a once over of him, then stares back up. "I'm currently looking square into your bulge, and I don't see why?" Pause. "Like, my head is currently that high off the ground. If you feel like talking, sit? I'm waiting for someone but I don't really care to like, shoo you off, not to say it is an issue or whatever to talk."

...he cracks up.

"I'm Kaede, we met yesterday, when I was a girl."

Cynthia sits there utterly dumbfounded. "Aaaaand when did I get told you were going to have that switched yesterday? I mean, it is finished?"

Sigh. "I can barely social anyways, I don't know how to talk to you anymore!"

"Should it change because of my gender?"

"Okay then, sir-madam-person! Let's just ignore that the girl I met yesterday is STILL BULGE HEIGHT."

Cynthia gets up and faces away from Kaede. She definitely isn't with a small blush. "Sorry, I'm stupid, okay? Sorry. You can be whatever you are, just don't blame me if the whole he-she thing gets mixed up, that's all I want to say."

He laughs. "'They' is fine. Ready to go?"

Cynthia takes a moment for a breath, then turns back around. "Yeah, I'm ready."

"Lead the way, then."