Following the conversation with at least some interest, Cynath narrows his eyes slightly at the woman who so unexpectedly decides to pay for their lodgings. While never above accepting good night's sleep at someone else's expense, he is still quite suspicious... As he is in almost any given situation. Just what does this woman want?

Leaving his place near the door, he follows Synia up the stairs, keeping his hand close to the handle of the barbed dagger mercifully concealed by his black cloak. If he gets as much as sniff of trechery, it is stabbing time followed by hasty escape. But maybe this can even turn out to be useful turn of events.