Raine steadied herself, and brushed her fingers absently across the spot he'd kissed; that particular sensation was still relatively foreign. There was a warmth in her chest, easily identified as fondness, and she gazed after him for a moment before shaking herself. Still practicalities to attend to.

She twisted her hair up, off her neck, since it was long enough to mostly stay, and went to retrieve the robe Solomon had set aside, earlier. Without the foresight of bringing extra clothing -- a day or two she had expected, a year less so -- laundry was just as in order as a pair of scissors. "I suspect there's something suitable somewhere in the Hotel," Raine said, when it became clear Solomon was not finding that which he thought. "However, it may require outright asking Anton, as I doubt anyone was quite that prepared. I take it you're impatient to remedy the remainder of the year's worth of growth?"