Once he was secure in her hands, Urd levitated off the ground and floated gently up to the second floor. She gestured with her free hand and the window opened by itself, the gauzy mauve curtains blowing outward with the sudden movement. She went through into her bedroom, placing him on the rumpled, unmade bed.

Wordlessly, she went about the room, lighting a few candles for light. Her room was the exact same as it was in her old place at Iriela; rich wood and Oriental designs, shades of purples and reds. The bed itself was wide and opulent, which was odd given that Urd didn't need to sleep. But she liked the comfort of a bed (as well as the utility, though she doubted that would ever come up in Paixao), so she'd made sure there were plenty of plush pillows and smooth, silken sheets.

She turned and looked down at him impassively. "No one will bother you as long as you stay in here. Touch any of the stuff on that table --" she pointed to the wide, heavy table against the far wall, on which rested a chaotic display of alchemical tools and ingredients. "--and you'll learn the hard way why you should keep your paws to yourself."

Urd paused, folding her arms under her chest. "Need anything else?"