Wraith took the other, and, with a quick nod, headed up to his room. Locke watched him go with a grin. "He thinks he's so high and mighty. Big softie, is what he is." He cackled, turning to walk out of the room. "He likes you~!"

She pretty much ignored everything that came out of that things mouth, but she thought about that last statement. But she doubted he actually did and the thing was just being irritating. She headed up to her room.

Locke didn't seem to care either way, and simply left without another thought.

((Timeskip?))

(Ye)

By morning, Wraith was already awake and out of his room, allegedly sitting in the darkest corner of the main dining area of the inn and watching nothing quite in particular. Locke was hanging about someplace, but he had no idea where, exactly.

She was just sitting in her room. In the dark. She didn't have anywhere else to go, she she just stayed here.

For a while Wraith simply sat there, left to his own thoughts, before Locke rather suddenly popped out of his shadow. He barely batted a glance at the grinning creature.
"You like her~!"

She had went to sleep, but only for a little while.

"Shut up, you dumb ******. I don't like her." Wraith growled slightly, but Locke just chortled more.
"Don't deny it! I know you too well. You definitely like her."

She then proceeded to go back to sleep.