Tessa pushed open the door to room seven, the hinges creaking slightly as it swung inward.
The room was functional, clean enough, but nothing fancy.
A single bed against the far wall, decent size but clearly meant for two people.
A small table with a chair by the window. A washbasin on a stand. A wardrobe that had seen better days. Oil lamp already lit, casting warm light across the worn floorboards.
One bed.
Of course there's one bed.
Why would there be two?
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.
Tessa immediately moved to the bed and sat down on it, testing the mattress with a few bounces.
"Not bad," she declared. "Definitely better than the ground."
I removed my bag and set it down near the door, along with Oathstorm.
Then I just stood there for a moment, exhaling slowly.
I'm so tired.
I moved to the bed and sat down beside her—not close, leaving a respectable distance between us—and let my shoulders slump.
Tessa turned to look at me.
