[ look, she's from anicent greece, she's not exactly a prude about uninhibited affection from strangers, but there's something distinctly off about how she's behaving. she's noticed it among other citizens of beacon, the loose, dangerously carefree way they're moving and how they never seem to tire in spite of showing clear signs of exhaustion. carmilla looks a little less like she's sleepwalking than most, but her delayed response to meg's question is more telling than anything else that something's very, very off. ]

Sure, I'd like to feel good, but I'd probably feel better with an hour or two of sleep. [ she winds a hand behind her back to catch carmilla's wrist and tries to untangle herself, hand still carefully holding on as she steps away. ] Let's get back to the hotel; you've got a room there, right?