Aurelia could only assume that Jerome and Durham had been equally as... busy as she, this last night, because the house was blissfully quiet. Had Hermina vanished with Jean Jaques? Aurelia slid her gaze around the room, tucking the thin bedsheet under her armpits and lifting her bare legs prettily under herself as she settled onto a sofa, clutching a cup she'd been given. It felt strangely - but not unpleasantly - domestic.
"Niketas?" she called idly, "I am in the - what is this room - library? Where we were before."