Traveling

After an uneventful night, Daneel awoke, not remembering when he had even gone to sleep.

Vaguely, he recalled downing mugs and mugs of spiced and chilled wine until his head had gone hazy. A sweet maid had escorted him to his room, and made the offer to warm his bed if he so wished…but in the state that he had been, without understanding what the hell she had been saying, he had thanked her but refused the offer, saying that he was warm enough for the both of them.