There wasn't much to do when she found her room. They hadn't let her bring anything onto the shuttle, not that there was much left for her to bring after-
She gulped.
There was a small living space in the dorm. It was modestly furnished with couches and a few chairs, each of different sizes and styles to match an assortment of creatures. There was a small coffee table between them that she set the guide on. She unzipped her jacket and threw it over the back of one of the chairs, letting in a long breath as she did so.
Behind her was a T shaped hallway. Opposite the opening to the common area was the door to her suite. Simply approaching it had caused it to open, met with a buzz from the device on her head. In the middle of the wall sat a door that bore the placard N1C3. At the end of the long path rested a similar door she'd yet to read. Across the hall from the counter that separated off the living room was the door to the bathroom.
She found herself pushing open the door and then pressing it closed with her back. Her head gave a soft thud as she pressed against it. Opening her eyes a few seconds later showed her a dimly lit room. There was a toilet, as to be expected, a small sink with a mirror above it, and to her left a decently sized tub with a showerhead attached to the wall above.
Without much consideration, she removed her mask and stepped inside the bath. She fumbled with the knob and set it to a lukewarm temperature. She didn't need much water to properly preen her feathers. It would be fine.
She wrapped her arms around her knees as the water continued to rise.
It was colder than expected. Just like before.
As the water approached the rim, the knob clicked and the stream stopped. It must have happened automatically, she hadn't made a move to turn it off. She opened her eyes after realizing she had pressed them closed for the past few minutes.
There was a figure in the room.
Their face was obscured and blacked out against the dim lights around the mirror. No one had followed her inside, she'd heard nothing over the sound of the running water.
As quickly as they had appeared they were gone, whisked away by the muffled sound of the suite's entrance opening and closing outside the bathroom. Alone again, she found herself able to stand up and step out of the tub. She breathed in. He isn't here. She breathed out.
Pulling open the bathroom door, she came face to face with a startled kirin.
"Oh dear, you're here." he blurted out, clutching his guide to his scaled side. He looked below her and then glanced into the bathroom. He let out a cautious inquiry "Do you, uh, need a towel? I thought griffins didn't take bath-baths."
"No." she answered, grabbing the mask from the edge of the sink as she walked towards her room. The door slid open and allowed her to enter.
Of course, she'd be roomed with him. It was his father that had arranged all of this in the first place.
Or now that he was her guardian, she supposed it was their father.