"That would be handy," she agrees, and looks at the wall, crossing her arms thoughtfully. "Maybe something hanging there, where there's plenty of space."

Truthfully, she's used to sleeping with Ziraeal right at hand, but if Lan Wangji and Doctor Ford are correct and this place is safe...she may not need to.

She looks down at herself, her still-damp clothes. "Some fresh clothes would be nice." On a whim, she goes to the trunk at the foot of the bed and opens it to find – fresh clothes. She looks long enough to ascertain that they'll work for her purposes, and closes it again. "At least it won't take much to settle in."