At first, Janius thought that Kaleeth's healer was simply furtive about Kaleeth's nudity, but with what she described, Janius raised an eyebrow. "It sounds rather like he was enjoying himself a bit too much," Janius surmised with a frown, "The next time someone makes you feel uncomfortable like that, you be sure to tell them, Kaleeth."

Janius turned his head around to look at the ashes as Kaleeth was, then raised a hand to scratch his head. "I'm actually not sure about where to sleep. None of the bedrolls survived the fires, but perhaps there is some spare bedding elsewhere. Let's find someone to ask, I can barely keep my eyes open myself." Putting one arm around Kaleeth such that they could keep each other from stumbling, Janius began to walk out to the corridor in search of anyone still awake. There might have been a few people still cleaning up in the training room. If they were lucky, the mercenaries might have brought some camping equipment of their own, or the cultists might have had stored away spare linen such that they could make a spare bed on the floor somewhere..