G'raha, thankfully, has no idea of the scale of the place outside of his room... all things in time. He finally reads the other message on his watch, the one from the House, but shakes his head faintly at it-- he'll fully figure that out later, once he's less sleep-addled. He eases slowly out of bed and explores what he supposes is his new home, relieved to find at least a book nook, but there could-- should-- certainly be more shelves, piled high with all manner of tomes and scrolls. It's all so advanced, but not in a Garlean Empire way, thank the Twelve.

After finding the bathroom, he does freshen up as best he can without knowing just when Zoro will arrive, though his hair is slightly damp and unbraided by the time the message from the swordsman arrives. He adjusts his strangely fluffy robe, ensuring the belt is in place, and makes a mental note to try and find other clothing in short order.

It takes him a moment to find where the door that exits his suite actually is, and he opens the door only to give a quiet, puzzled sound when Zoro isn't right there. Ah, but of course, the directions... He leans forward and peers to his left, then his right, and smiles to see the man in question.

"Over here," he calls gently, unwilling to rouse anyone else in the vicinity.