[ Neria winces sympathetically when he strikes himself, giving him a wan smile even as she shakes her head. She lifts her hand on instinct-- And then stops, letting it drop. She can't use magic here, not on him, not for any reason. Somewhat awkwardly, she steps further into the room, making certain that the door shuts behind her. ]

You mean you stay up and do work. Work that's...probably not necessary to do at this hour.

[ Pot, kettle. She can't criticize. Neria rubs lightly at the inside of her arm. ]

It's not about being comfortable-- The accommodations are very nice. I've simply...never been much of a sleeper. Not for a long time.

[ And besides being in a new place, potentially dangerous in every way, isn't of much help. But the bed is comfortable, the room warm, and she's eaten. It isn't as if she hasn't been provided for in any way. ]

I didn't think you'd still be awake. It's late.