"You need not explain yourself, Adelheid." Larsa remarked with a light laugh. "As I doubt that Gabranth would disapprove of this, I am simply humbled to know that you offer your own bit of kindness despite our paths. I know not of your desires, but it would be a dreadful thing to room with someone I was not comfortable with."

He gave a soft sigh, setting his plate on his desk.

"Though this may very well be the ramblings of an ignorant child Emperor, only fate truly knows." Surprisingly enough, Larsa's mood had lightened in the course of a mere minute. The Night was still young and he knew he had much to do once the doors unlocked, but he remained hopeful that some good would come by the end of this evening. The child crossed his legs and let his elbows rest on top of the bed, leaning his head into his palm as he continued to watch Adelheid busy himself with his work.