In front of Elliot was just a stair, but he gritted his teeth for a while now, huffing air in and out. Draya was only in his embrace and trudged his way up.
He glanced at the key in his clenched fist, and he just sighed from her message earlier.
'I don't think the couch was that much of an uncomfortable spot to sleep.' While groaning, he continued his stride as he looked for the room where Anasthasia resided.
Indeed, it was rather close to the stairs, just reaching the top of the flight found a door a few steps away from him. He shuffled with low muffled thuds and inserted the key.
The door creaked from the opening, and a bright flash of light cast the room with an ambient glow. His eyes immediately drew to the bed, moving towards it, and carefully placed Draya for a while.
