Such thoughts were not in Maj'riik's head. The Argonian seemed alright, although he was definitely hiding some kind of secret. She doubted Isunder would simply allow her to delve into a situation like that without him stepping in and ruining her fun. Then again, repeating what had happened when he had discovered her sneaking some of his fancy scrolls out of a window didn't sound too appetizing. Trouble was great to get in, but terrible to get out of.
And they have to get to Winterhold as soon as possible for a limited-chance study at a Dwemer ruin. Isunder was there as a mage-scholar of sorts, of course -- he loves the College of Winterhold, like he had the Mages Guild in Cyrodiil, his home. Maj'riik wasn't sure why he was dragging her along. But the two were friends enough to convince her to come with him.
She disappeared into the inn. Only Saadia was awake; Hulda was still asleep. What of Isunder? What dreams conquer his mind this morn? She paused at the door to their rented room.