Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
Stefan himself, despite his excitement, was less perturbed by a long time frame. He couldn't recall how long he had been a frog, but it had felt like a while. His life as a man seemed very distant, so surely he had been a frog for some time. A little longer wouldn't hurt him too badly.
When she turned her attention back to him he hopped back to look at her properly. "I... I don't know..." Was there anything else that she should know to help his plight. "I only woke a little before we met. As soon as I saw the bed was empty I left in search of a princess." He remembered the feel of the sun on his skin and he fidgeted uncomfortably. "Fair Rosalie, is there a pond nearby that I may swim in? A cool well perhaps?"