[For all that's going on in Cedric's head, unspoken, all the nervous threads and tendrils reaching maybe where they shouldn't, it's really terribly simple on the other end. Mobius might catch the bare hint of tension in the words, but if there's something else going on not being spoken, he's not aware of it. It's just rooming assignments. Bound to cause some friction but better--for some--that it isn't tents outside.

So his brow furrows a little as he takes the question at face value, breathes a little laugh.] I wasn't planning on giving the room a name. And 'safe haven for people mages don't particularly like' doesn't exactly roll off the tongue.