Marie nodded and gave her guest a smile, waiting for him to retrieve his pack before leading the way back out to the foyer. It was quite dark in the house now, thanks to the storm outside and the shuttered windows, so she paused to light a few of the candles on the waiting candelabra on a side table before continuing up the grand staircase to the second floor. Many of the doors in the hall were closed. It was seemingly random which one she chose to open, but really it was room she'd been working to clean just that morning.

A sheet was draped over the bed and small chest of drawers, and she set the candelabra down on a side table before quickly removing the sheets to reveal dark wood and a bare mattress. "I'll fetch some linens as well," she assured him, "and wood for a fire." The room wasn't lavishly decorated, but it did at least have a fireplace, which spoke to the wealth that had been poured into the building's design. He would certainly need the extra warmth that evening, with the chilled evenings rolling in with the storm.