She must have been thinking of this place as a teahouse, he realizes.

"There are rooms," he tells her. As he talks, he softens the volume of the music and ceases pouring spiritual energy into it as intensely as before.

"Upstairs. Ask Bar-gūniang for a key. It is marked with symbols that match the door."

Not familiar with inns, she had said, and it suddenly strikes him she may not have traveled much, if that is the case.

"Do you wish assistance?"