Rem's eyes flickered toward the uniform she was wearing.
Now that he was paying attention, it wasn't just a cloak — underneath, she wore simple but well-kept work attire. The kind you'd expect from someone employed at an inn.
Still, it didn't explain everything.
"That doesn't explain why you're in my room," he pointed out.
She made a small gesture with her restrained hands. "Part of my job. Cleaning. You were sleeping like a corpse, figured I'd be in and out before you even noticed."
Rem narrowed his eyes.
She sighed again, this time more exasperated than nervous. "Look, I'll admit last night wasn't my best moment. But I'm not here to rob you. If I was, trust me, you wouldn't have woken up in time to stop me."
Rem let that statement hang in the air for a second.
Then, slowly, he loosened his grip.
She rolled her shoulders slightly as he stepped back, turning to face him properly.
