Hugging her overcoat close to her chest, her heels clicked softly against the floor as she made her way towards the window. Her eyes then drifted to another door, which she assumed led to the bathroom attached to the walk-in closet.
'Maybe I can have a hot bath first,' she thought to herself. The long journey had worn her down, not to mention it was still dark outside.
Her gaze shifted to the digital clock sitting on the bedside table, which read three in the morning.
Right on cue, Gavriel walked in with the suitcases in his hands, looking a little grumpy. She turned to look at him and noticed flakes of white snow clinging to his hair and the fabric of his coat.
"Look at you. A minute longer out there and you would have returned as an ice popsicle," she commented, an amused expression playing on her face.
