Well unless one of us can time travel... and I'd remember the stairs.

[He takes Nash's elbow in the dark, about to say something else himself - and then biting it back as the lights fade up, at least a little. The small flame barely lights to the edge of the room, but it does pool over the figure stretched out on it.]

Very respectable. [Prior keeps his murmuring to the level people speak at, late at night.] Still dressed, on top of the covers - you're practically a choirboy.

[The woman Prior thinks he's glimpsed before, though his own abilites, but he keeps quiet on any guesses to let... whatever this is... play out.]