Do elevators just not exist for these people? Aren't they supposed to be rich?

Thankfully, Matias's legs were rested enough that he was confident about being able to make the flight. He climbed slowly, his legs only mildly complaining. One he reached the top, he was about to follow the group, but he stopped and looked down at Midnight. His blood ran cold for a moment when he saw that her eyes were barely open. 

"Hey," he whispered, rocking her softly. "Wake up. I need to ask you something."

He looked left and right and then down.

"Where's your room?"