"Yes," Rogeiros confirms. "And I think I've seen it catch the occasional bug."

...this guy doesn't know animal husbandry from a tree, does he. "Okay. Anything else of his?"

That gets a slightly perplexed look. "No, that's everything."

"All right. Grass eaters needs lots, usually, there's not much - energy in grass. I'll go to town for it tomorrow."

Rogeiros nods. "As you wish. We should likely agree to a specific time for your lessons."

"I'm best in the evening but I'm not picky."

"Evenings would be agreeable, perhaps right before dinner?"

"Sure. I should be back by then. Or another - or we can start another day."

"We will consider it for tomorrow, but if you are not back, we will not consider it a loss. A first day settling in may be appropriate before starting anything."

"Sounds good. Do you need time to - set up the room?"

"Some, yes. I was not expecting guests."

She nods. "I'll settle the animals and bring some things in."

Rogeiros nods to her, and goes to ensure that there's a room prepared for her.

And she goes down to take care of things. By the time she's done there's hay in One's nest, for bedding, and in a little pile in the corner waiting for her to rig up some kind of rack for it, with a shallow wooden bowl set next to it with a few more leaf-wrapped griffon treat balls, a bit of shredded jerky, and a couple of expertly-dispatched caterpillars courtesy of Figment's hunting skills.

Phantasm probably has the little creature melted into a puddle by now; she goes to check on them, when she's satisfied that she's done the best she can with the room for tonight.

He is fairly melted yes, but, perhaps, still seeming somewhat perplexed by the entire situation.

"Hey, sweetie-"

    "Wuk."

"Yeah, cute. Going to town tomorrow, you coming?"

    Phantasm stops his grooming and regards her seriously. "Blackberries?"

She chuckles. "Yeah, blackberries."

    "Wuk," he says again, with some finality. "I'll come."

"Okay. Fig's catching... bugs for your friend, if - go help."

   "Wrr... later." He rubs his beak on One's fur.

"Mmhmm." That's really not a surprise. "Join you?"

    "Scared."

"Huh, okay. His room's - through the kitchen."

   "Wuk."

And she goes to see if she can find Rogeiros or her room.

One seems to be paying quite a bit of attention to the conversation, although he's doing it fairly inconspicuously. He does, however, seem confused by it.

Rogeiros is sat on a landing that is open to the outside, reading.

"Your room is just along there," he points when he notices her, barely looking up from his book. "Third door."

"Thank you." And how is it?

It's a fairly comfortable room, although very plain. There's a bed, with a table beside it, a washstand, a chest of drawers, and a desk and chair. To one side there's a set of doors that lead out onto a small balcony area.

Not bad, considering. Hopefully the apprenticeship will work out, or at least she'll be able to get the little creature's situation straightened out. She flops on the bed for a little while and then gets her things settled in the room before dinnertime, when she goes looking for One again.

Retreated to 'his' room now, sniffing around, a little suspiciously, at the additions to it.

She leans on the doorframe and watches.

It doesn't take him long to realise he's being watched, and he glances around, eyes wide and startled and-

-Oh, yes, that's a tiny flicker of flame that runs along his fur, although it doesn't truly ignite.

She backs out of the door and drops into a less-intimidating squat immediately, swaying slightly as she finds her balance. "Sorry, sweetheart."