Jahora left his table and trudged upstairs when his thoughts had cleared and all the adrenaline from the night seeped into ineffectiveness. His shoulders drooped in exhaustion as the activity from the night finally caught up to him leaving him to revel in the a mildly blissful state where tire and contentment flowed through his body, granting him an easy peace.
Jahora walked to the very end of the hallway and opened the door to his room. He crossed familiar room in the dark towards his bed when his foot landed on what felt like a thick wad of paper. He reached down and picked up the object, squinting suspiciously as he recognised the rough leather and smooth pages of his notebook. Why was his notebook lying open in the middle of the floor? His eyes darted around the room and landed on a shadowed lump on his bed. He creeped closer to his bed the sleeping lump's features became clearer. Rose is in my bed, and she has been flicking through my notebook he thought with a gulp. Too tired to care or worry about it, he staggered over to his wardrobe and pulled out a more comfortable set of clothes to change into, he spared Rose a glance to double check she was asleep before stripping and changing into them. Then, he set Tydel's top hat gently onto the desk, trying not to wake up Rose. He lowered himself into the cushioned chair, behind the desk and crossed his arms, clutching his notebook tightly against his chest. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair for a few minutes before drifting off to sleep.