She goes still at the sound of movement, but given it's coming from inside the main bedroom, Carolina relaxes again, moving to open the curtains a little and let in some light as York moves into the main sitting area.

The couches here are large and clearly intended for, ahem, pampering; it made for a good night's sleep, at least. Her hair's no longer in its ponytail - it's been changed to a loose braid, and her jacket is over the back of the couch. The coffee pot isn't on yet, but that's merely a matter of time, and if York wants to go ahead now, she won't stop him.

"Sleep well?"