"I have room already?" Astor asked, rather than respond to the suggestion in itself. As much as she wanted to keep putting on the brave face or go on failing to hide her emotion toward the situation, Astor was emotionally and physically drained. A room would have a bed...and a bed meant a nice, long nap. Maybe she'd wake up and be back home. "Can I go there? I'm pretty tired..." she finally admitted aloud.
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