Autor stumbled three times on the way to his room, blushing horribly and shivering all the while. Lohengrin insisted on catching the boy, but it still took a moment for Autor to process that the Knight was planning to help him all the way to his room.
After a moment of mulling it over, Autor unlocks the door from the key on a chain around his neck.
Autor's room is sparse and Spartan. There's a desk with knitting piled on one corner and quills on the other. Blazers hang in his closet. A tea kettle rests on his nightstand, and Autor leans towards the comfortable-looking bed.
What he does have, however, are books. Piles of books line the walls and fill the closet where his clothes aren't. Books cover the floor under the bed. A haphazard pile threatens to fall on the desk chair.
The boy feels he should tidy up, perhaps, and takes a few steps towards the desk, turning away from the bed.