RP post: Saffron

It's warm in Urquhart's room tonight. When they brought up the white sangria, the rats already lighted the braziers, so there is light and warmth when Urquhart and Saffron enter.

The flickering lights reflect from the tiles and the copper trays doubling as tabletops, and shimmer on the shallow pool by latticed windows.

"We won't get cold," Urquhart says, grinning at her.