Kermit's POV
We climbed the stairs together, and within minutes we arrived at a spacious bedroom.
I watched her pause at the doorway, taking in the elegant furnishings with wide eyes. Stepping behind her, I reached for the zipper of her dress.
"Whose bedroom is this?" she asked, her gaze wandering across the room.
I was relieved she didn't question why I was undressing her.
"Just one of the guest rooms."
I guided her as she stepped out of the fabric pooled at her feet. Now she wore only her undergarments, which would be far more comfortable for resting.
"You need sleep," I said, leading her toward the bed.
She resisted slightly. I could see the protest forming in her mind.
She wanted to remind me about our problems, about her desperate need to escape this place.
But exhaustion won the battle. She finally surrendered and settled onto the mattress.
