[There's a possibility that, while accustomed to ornate furniture by virtue of growing up in a religious organization in 19th century England, Lenalee has never seen a king-sized bed before. She thinks that if she were to lay across it width-wise, she'd barely reach.]

Ah... thank you.

[Quietly enters the room, hesitating a moment before closing the door behind her, and makes her way over to the smaller bed. Her hair is still wet.]