Maybe she was just being paranoid. Recent events certainly gave her the opportunity to look into everything more closely than perhaps she should. Wanting nothing more than just a hot shower and her bed, she turned towards the staircase. Directly in her line of sight, in front of the massive fireplace and in the pathway towards the stairs, was Rodolphus. He sat at a small table sipping at a glass of fire whiskey watching the door. Of course he was waiting for her to return. It had been a few days since their last interaction after all. There was no possible way to get to her room without passing by him first.