Marilaine shrugged. She didn't keep tabs on them so had no clue. "It is a place of quiet and reflection. It is frequently visited. The place I have in mind, however, is out of the way, near where the tools are kept to tend the courtyard."

It was the best she could do. She was still too new herself to have much beyond a bunk in the barracks and no she was not keeping some Chevalier buffoon's luggage on her bed. She needed to sleep on it.

Getting a name out of him made her soften slightly as she bobbed her head and took his hand in hers. Her fingers were rough from garden work, but there was nothing she could do about that. "Marilaine."