He eyed the chair when she pointed it out, gave a subtle nod, and was very quick to duck into her bathroom. Giving a quick look around, he made a mental note about the colour of the walls, the way it was decorated, which things must have been hers, and so on. If only so he had an idea of what he could give her for future gifts.

Soryk returned with a filled cup of water for her and pulled up the said chair she had offered. Then he held over her water patiently. "Here you are," he said. "Lady Zelda, if I may... How long have you been here? The academy, I mean." There was no time like the present. And if she so happened to fall asleep while he was there, he'd quietly see himself.

And perhaps sneak himself a kiss.