Faien lingers a little while longer, but as the silence stretches on, he eventually rises; perhaps all that needed to be said this day had been. "I will see you in the morning, then. Sleep lightly; we are technically in a town under siege, however well-hidden the lines may be."

Returning to his room, he follows his own advice, leaning his shield against the wall near the headboard and placing his boots next to it. Falling into bed fully dressed, he lies atop the covers, staring at the ceiling; the night was more than warm enough, even without the paladin's faded magic. With a final irritated sigh at the nature of everything he'd stumbled into, he clears his mind of everything but duty and plans for the morrow, and eventually drifts off to sleep.