With a sharp nod, the guard turned to unlock the door to Loki's room, "Please watch your head, Ma'am."
"Th-thanks," Haelvia bowed her head slightly.
The elf making sure to return the bow-- and deeper. He was really serious about that...
Taking a deep breath, she ducked down and into the room, closing the door quietly behind her. The room was dark... and she was immediately assaulted by the musty smell of old wood.
She realized that even though Loki's room was part of the fort's medical wing, it was more of a storage room than a room dedicated to receiving patients. As her eyes adjusted to the environment, she identified mops and brooms, stacked tables and desks, and a pile of mattresses.
"Loki? Loki, are you awake?"
A tray of breakfast foods remained undisturbed, just at the door. Even the green-haired criminal's favorite hardfruit sat lonely in its wooden bowl.
