Isunder noticed her reaction. "Some day," he agreed, keeping cool. "Look, Myra. It's been great conversing with you, but Maj'riik and I have to travel in the morn. Perhaps we'll meet again soon." He gave her a smile. Quite the charmer, yes -- and it had saved his life multiple times. He got to his feet.
Maj'riik rose with him. This Argonian had the scent of danger on him. As much as she wished to mess with his nerves, she kept such actions at bay. She looked at him again, though, her eyes narrowed for a second before returning to their wide, curved, normal state. "It was a pleasure." That's what people say after a long talk, yes? she thought, reminding herself of just how secluded she really was. That was taxed into the fact that she would not sleep when another was, specifically in the same bed. She'd read as Isunder slept for the hours, or end up falling asleep in a chair, but never near another. It was just a comfort thing -- she was too used from bunking with others when she once traveled with Khajiit merchants. Plus, who knew where daggers could lie in waiting.
She was always like this, believing that everyone is a threat, or else simply annoying. Perhaps she could sneak onto the roof of the inn. Then again, it felt like solitude was the last thing that was needed at this time. Still, her nature was leaning towards it. She decided on it.