.:Sae:.
The assassin shrugged when she watched the man walk off. What was his problem? She refolded her arms and watched him closely. He seemed burdened, but what adventurer didn't these days? After a few moments of watching his self-torment, she walked over. She remained quiet, and just watched him. Her red eyes half-closed in boredom. After a few seconds, she cleared her throat.
I am sorry." She said simply. She didn't know why she applogized, it just seemed appropriate. She glanced outside and half-sighed.
"Wouldn't it be better to sleep in a room then at a table?" She found it amusing that he would show weakness infront of people who could kill him. He may be dangerous, but showing emotions was weakness. That was the first thing she learned from being an assassin. You may be upset over something, but it was always best to show it in private. Less drama that way. She shifted from one foot to the other, waiting.
"I already have a room, with one extra bed. If you want, one of your group can stay in my room and all you have to do is by one room." She offered with a shrug.
.:Anamerak:.
The elf yawned, his eyes half closed with sleepiness. He couldn't really tell how late it was, but he felt weary. He streatched and noticed how close Ash was. He grinned slightly at her, wondering why she was always so close. It was so strange. He looked over at Alhar, waiting for whatever he wanted to do.