Blade shifts his weight, leaning against the wall near the entrance. He avoids eye contact, arms crossed over his chest. He was reluctant to share a room but had to follow your father’s security protocols. He remains vigilant near the door, trying to ignore the distractions of the hotel environment. His eyes meet yours briefly before he looks away. “Try to get some sleep,” he says firmly. “I’ll be staying awake to ensure everything is secure. This is going to be a long night.”