With his arm slipped about her, she walked with him through the manor, enjoying every new aspect of the home with curious rhapsody. Occasionally her hand slipped over his back in a light caress, her body leaning into him as he pointed out various artistic details; without crowing over the (most likely) pricey craftsmanship and hard work that was put into every room.

He seemed pleased with her, and his comments brought a soft chuckle to her lips. “Indeed. I like to think… I can hold my own weight.” Khaera grinned waywardly. As her eyes looked to the stairs, she took in his warning carefully, then looking back to him with calm, curious eyes. She nodded slowly then began making her way slowly down the stairway, taking precaution with each step as she made her way into the darkness.

The light from the torch flickered across the stone walls and over the contours of her body, partly illuminating her path before her. It was dark and the air was slightly warming against her skin, spiking an odd sense of unease in her. When she had reached the floor, she waited for the light to come with her host.

Looking around the darkness, she remained still at the bottom of the stairs, wondering with hesitation what area of the manor was this. Turning her head to him, Khaera searched his eyes for that comfort that he had so inspired within her during their time together, feeling anxious now by the dark that seemed to loom before her. “What… kind of place is this?”