Cyrdic joined Camilla, or as to say, he went to the other bath and placed the curtain between them in the bathhouse. His body stung and the water was full of dirt and blood when he left it, but he felt much rejuvenated, at least physically. He went to their chambers, and placed a new blanket and pillow on the floor for himself as he did every night at the Boar's Head. 

They had received word the Chamberlain was incapacitated at the moment, and that he would see them tomorrow before the ball. Cyrdic hoped the old man well, and had a small worry that perhaps the chaos worshipers had gotten to him, but he shook his head. He would make daemons of everything if he did not keep his wits about himself. 

He set down a plate of cheese and ham for he and Camilla to eat, and some water as well. He wasn't particularly hungry now, but he knew he would need it, and so would she. Once they were done, Cyrdic started a fire in the fireplace, and knelt down atop his small bedding on the floor, just next to it. He'd stripped his shirt off (or what was left of it) and simply had on his breeches.

"We'll meet with the Chamberlain tomorrow, and set on our new clothes when he's done meeting with us, and be ready at the ball." Cyrdic said, more to himself than Camilla. He sometimes whispered things to himself in order to steel it within his head. His next words were for her, though. "Do you remember when we were in the tunnels beneath the Middle Mountains?" he asked. 

He stared into the fire. "I woke up to boiling jerky. Somehow you'd...well." He shook his head, glancing over his shoulder. He didn't know what he was saying. "You'd been caught by beasts I didn't think were real. But you got me out of there as efficiently as you'd gotten us into it." Cyrdic smiled, remembering her acrobatics and swift thinking. He was going to say more, but he couldn't, lest he'd speak too much of his thoughts. "

"You're a hell of a girl, Camilla." he said. "We'll get through tomorrow." 
[@Penny]