Kratos doesn't sleep well, exactly, but certainly better than Mithos had anticipated after the horrible day they'd had. They've been awake for hours (Mithos, actually, didn't sleep a wink, but he didn't need to) by the time Sheena knocks on their door. Mithos hesitates, flashing a worried look at Kratos. He knows that they have this inn to themselves (minus the staff, anyway), but Mithos doesn't trust that easy, regardless. Most of all he hates getting caught in the middle of political bullshit. The sooner they're on the way to Martel the better.

Kratos sends him a look like he better answer the door because odds are good it's someone they actually want to talk to, and reminds him that he promised Lloyd and Sheena help if they needed it for anything-- really, it's quite amazing what Kratos can convey in just a twitch of his eyebrows and a quiet disapproving stare. Mithos huffs, getting to his feet. "Right, right," he grumbles.

"Yes?" he asks, terse, pulling the door open only enough to see who it is, then relaxing when he sees both Sheena and Lloyd. Score one Kratos, he guesses. "Oh," he says, tone softening with his surprise and then with clear intent as he pulls the door open the rest of the way. "Good timing, actually. I was just gonna come get you two."

He steps aside to let them in. Kratos, from his perch on his bed, waves.