His words jerked Ariana back to the present. She rubbed her nose with a sniffle and muttered under her breath, "It's cold."

Theodore softened his expression. He quietly turned the wheelchair around and pulled the suitcase beside her into the room.

“Come in," he repeated, a little gentler this time. When she still refused to move, he sighed, reached out to take her wrist, and pulled her inside.

The room was very warm and cozy, with a pleasant smell of incense floating in the air.

Ariana lingered awkwardly. She seemed a little flustered when her eyes trailed to the big bed in front of her.