"Before you apologize for your mess, remember my place," Ari said. She had looked around with great interest as they entered the apartment. Everything neat, compartmentalized, and... varied. Many different types of books - even Ari's collection was not nearly this eclectic - some pictures she had wanted to get a better look at but refrained and a very diverse collection of artwork. As many questions had arisen as had been answered by the cursory glance; the room seemed lived in, but only just, with barely-scuffed furniture and clean surfaces. If not for the clutter of books and art, it would have felt unused.
The bedroom, half-lit as it was, seemed to have more personality. The pile of books, weapons, papers, and other items spoke to a carelessness that Aspel had not exhibited in Ari's experience. Except... perhaps with her own well-being. Rather true to character, then.
"Do you need assistance?" she asked. "It will be easier for me to help with the soreness if I can see what sort of shape you're in under all that, and you'll feel better without it, I think." She wondered if she should mention that she had some experience with removing armor - she had done it a few times, and not just on stage. Still, she wasn't going to presume unless asked; whatever her designs, she was here mostly in the guise of a healer and perhaps a friend. A discussion of personal philosophies had clearly been relegates to another time.