Celia followed him through the house to get to his room, taking it in but not looking around very much at the same time. It was big, beautiful, and far different than where she'd grown up. Her eyes flickered over the sign on his door before she trailed in after him, a soft smile turning up the corners of her mouth at the music playing.
The room itself wasn't anything like she would think of when she thought of someone's room. Her flat she shared with her sister, it felt cozy, like it was hers. Her personal space, her room, had pictures of friends and family on the walls, colorful blankets on the bed, enough to make it feel like the space belonged to her and wasn't just a place she spent time when she needed to. That was kind of what Theseus' room felt like to her, and she didn't feel any better about how she'd made him feel by accident.
She'd just settled onto a chair near him when he spoke to the elf, and she looked out into the hall to see who he was talking to before looking back to him. "Leftovers?" she asked, her brow furrowing a little before she shook her head, dismissing it. "How is Athena's coming? I saw you said you've gotten lots of reservations."