— oh. Well! That changes everything, doesn't it? Charis coos loudly and rises up on his hind legs to grapple with the doorknob. It takes him a second or two, but his paws are dexterous enough he can open the door, shuffling awkwardly backward to swing it in and let Myr through.

When he steps through, Myr will see Adalia sat on one of the two beds in the room, an array of books around her and a quill and inkpot on the nightstand next to it. She frowns at Charis, but in that way that is just two seconds from smiling.

"Some guard dragon you are," she says, her voice soft and scratchy. "Disguise Self's a thing, you know. That could be anybody."