"Careful," he says, but she's already chugging, and it's too late anyway. He winces.

"I'll show you," he says. As he stands, mage hands clear away their dishes from the table, but he's already turning towards the stairs. Even from the glimpses she gets peeking into rooms they pass, there are books everywhere. Shelves are full, but so are surfaces, with books and scrolls stacked carefully into every nook. Once they arrive at the bathroom, it seems to be the only place free of books, but it's still a little cluttered. The claw foot tub takes up most of the space, but there are also shelves with labeled soaps, lotions, and potions of various kinds. There are fluffy white towels and a bathrobe on a hook. Some sort of vining plant hangs from a hook over the window, though it is limp and dying from neglect.

"If you leave your clothes outside the door, I'll clean them with prestidigitation. If you're not comfortable with that, well, I don't have any clothes that would fit you, but you could borrow some all the same, if you'd like. You're welcome to help yourself to anything else you like, of course."