It may be a little stomp to her, but Tenn instinctively steps back. A swift glance around the room reassures him that the magic inherent to the Spires is accommodating; the door at least is larger than he remembered.

"Slowly. I'll help." He edges around her to pull one of the divider curtains out of the way and kick a roommate’s shoes aside. (Tenn’s side of the dorm is pristine. The same can’t be said for the others.) But clearing a reasonable path around the beds and desks, he beckons her forward.

"This Spire has the same layout as the others." His eyes narrow. "If you hear singing or an instrument, ignore it and stay on the stairwell. We have pranksters in the dorm."