There was an awkward silence as Kyra and Brynjolf both unpacked their clothes and placed them in their own dressers. He had known that there would have been a shortage of rooms but if everyone was put in a pair then all would be well. Never once did he ever expect to share a room with her.

Of course there had been times where there had been no one else but the two around, like when they were traveling for a job. But they normally kept their distance. Even in the cistern their beds were spread apart. But if he just acted like how he normally did then there should be no problem, right?

" Did you plan this?" She asked, breaking the silence as she folded up a dress and laid it in a drawer.

" I just listened to you. The entire guild pitched in."

Kyra smiled to herself and closed her drawer silently. There was a small creak as she sat down on the bed and laid back. Her eyes fluttered shut and she ran her fingers back and forth on the sheets to try to make herself stay open.

" I've never laid on such a comfortable bed before." she mumbled. " You guys didn't have to do all this for me."

Brynjolf finished folding the shirt he held and sat down next to her.
" We wanted to." His hand grazed her face, brushing her bangs." Besides you deserve it."

Kyra looked up at him, slightly shocked and slightly unsure of what to do.

" Now you can get the rest you need."
" We get to sleep in as late as we want?" She asked with hope. He chuckled and nodded.

" Yep. You could sleep in until twelve if you'd like. We have it for a whole week. We get to do whatever we want."

" It all seems too good to be true. I don't know how to repay you."

" Don't. It's our treat."

Kyra gave a small smile then stood up, stretching as she went.
" I think we should check on the others. Hopefully Vex and Delvin haven't killed each other."

" Hopefully."

No. Hopefully sharing a room with her wouldn't drive him insane. Hopefully seeing her 24/7 would make him go bonkers. Hopefully sleeping next to her wouldn't make him restless. Hopefully when he completely fell for her he wouldn't fall too hard.

The guild wandered into a near by local town for dinner that night. The tavern was packed, the noise bouncing off the walls and the body heat adding up. Everyone gave a laugh as Rune continued to tell a story of how he went on a job with Kyra when she first joined and the silly little mistakes she made. How her eyes would widen like a bugs out of fear. It was so odd for them to think that she was the same girl who had joined only a little over a year ago.

Afterwards they walked down the street as the sunset, looking at the shops along the way. There Kyra bought food so then the guild would have items to snack on and eat during their stay.

Brynjolf's eyes skimmed over them all. Some were food stalls, other weapons, some armor and clothing. He looked over at the sound of Kyra laughing. Thrynn had snuck up from behind her and picked her up, giving a spin. He couldn't stop himself from smiling. She really had brought the guild back together.

" She's quite beautiful."
He turned his head and saw an older woman standing beside him.

" Is she your beloved?"

If only.

He gave a shake of his head. " No, just a team member."

" They seem to love her dearly." She continued.
" We really do."

She looked up and saw him starring blankly at her, watching her begging with laughter Thrynn to place her down.

" Follow me."

By the time Brynjolf went to question why the older lady was already walking back into her stall. With one last glance back, he followed her inside.

Beautiful gowns of vibrant colors were hung up. Some more complex than others. He had to admit, they were quite breath taking.
" Pick something."

" Why-"
She held out a hand and silenced him.
" Pick something." She repeated, extending her arm out to show case her collect. Brynjolf looked around slowly, taking in as much detail as he could from each dress. Then he came to the back of the stall and his eyes landed on a few nightgowns.

He walked up to one in particular and held it in his hands, running his thumb along it. It was a soft cotton, one of the softest he had ever felt, and was a pure white. He held it up by the collar and let it fall. It would have sat comfortably on her shoulders. At some point along her arm it would bunch then fall gracefully around her hand.

" Come back later in the week," She started as she touched his shoulder," I'll have a surprise waiting for you."

" Why?"

He didn't know what in his right mind possessed him to ask instead of just taking the offer.

" She reminds me much of my own daughter. Very bright, very spirited. You don't have people like that very often here in Skyrim these days." She explained as she stole one glance at Kyra. Her blonde hair bouncing as she tried to playfully run away. Her lips blessed them with a smile and her laughs echoing in the listener's ears.

" You have my thanks." Brynjolf spoke as he reached into his pouch and went to pull out a few coins. Instantly her hand stopped him.
" It's not a gift if you have to pay for it now is it? Now go on. Shoo, shoo."

She quickly ushered him out of the stall and returned about her business. While her back was turned he silently crept up and laid the money on the table before rushing out.

He sat, making sure the fire in the fireplace in their room was alive and breathing. It was that time of year where the days were just the right temperature and the nights chilly.

Behind him he heard a sigh and the sound of the drawer shutting. He turned his head and Kyra stood there, running a hand through her hair.

" I forgot my sleeping clothes." She explained.

" Guess you'll have to sleep without them." He smirked.

" Oh ha ha very funny. You perverted nord."

He gave a shrug. Then he noticed how she sat on the bed. Her arms hugging her legs, bringing them close to her chest. He had known and traveled with her long enough to know what that position meant. She was embarrassed.

So he stood and rummaged through his drawers. To realize that she was feeling just like how he was, well, that made him happy. To know he wasn't alone was a feeling he could never get over.

" Here, you can wear this."

She rose her head and saw him holding out one of his tunics.

" Are there holes in it? Is it see-through?" She joked as she took and and inspected it.
" No, but I'll have to remember that for next time."
Kyra rolled her eyes and disappeared into the washroom that was connected to their bedroom. Meanwhile Brynjolf blew out the lamps and made his way under the sheets. When the door creaked open he turned and felt him suck in a sharp breath.

She stood there, his tunic practically drowning her. His sleeves came to the middle of her palms, her fingers barely peeking out. Her thighs were partially covered and the fire seemed to highlight her in all the right places. Oh by the divines what had he done?

" Thank you Brynjolf. It's rather comfortable so don't be surprised if you don't get it back." She smirked as she lowered herself under the covers.

" I think you just want something of mine to sleep with." He shot back as he rolled and faced her.
" Oh don't get too full of yourself." She flicked his forehead and rolled so her back was to him. " Goodnight Brynjolf."

He smiled to himself. " Goodnight lass."