She waited for him in silence and when he came out of the bathroom, she acknowledged him only with a lingering glance and a faint nod. With a small gesture, she had Waver follow her, and she walked purposefully beside him rather than in front. Down one hall brought them to a back set of stairs, which she ushered him up. As they emerged from the basement, it was clear it was a part of a much grander abode, full of beautiful marble tile and more sophisticated offerings than one might have expected from the crude way Waver had been kept.

But Devyn directed him to remain close wordlessly, and after a quick turn down two hallways, she brought him to a side door and opened it. Inside was a room that seemed almost dormitory-like, two beds fit together at the head to form a perfect 90-degree angle. Both beds were impeccably ordered, neat, well made, and each with a suitcase beneath and nothing else. To the one side was a tall bookshelf that, halfway down, folded out for a makeshift desk. While quaint, the wood of the beds and the bookshelf suggested uniform decadence like the rest of the base, and it was a far grander sight than he'd seen before. Even here, though, there was no window; it was closed in like everything else.

With the door closed behind them, Devyn gestured to the far bed. "You can rest here for the night and try to gather your strength. I'll ensure when your food is brought, it's delivered here."