"Sindra." He tested the name and found it somehow fitting. The gods had sent him a gift indeed it seemed. He smiled and held the door open for her. "I am Sandro li Saverio," he said with a courtly bow as the door closed behind them.
His servant had already laid out the blanket as well as a dress that looked to be vaguely her size (a gift he'd purchased for a mistress whose presence had been dismissed before they sailed- he needed to thank Lon for remembering it) and water, along with a pitcher of spiced wine and he gestured to them. "Please, change and have a seat. I promise you I will not watch." He turned and went to his desk, busying himself with papers to allow her time to situate herself but also to assertain that the books were put away and nothing of great importance lay out in plain sight.