C121 She is the it, for me

Cathleen rose from the tangled sheets, a frown creasing her forehead. Her feet found the plush carpet as she made for the door.

"Where are you going?" Xavier's voice, deep and commanding, anchored her to a halt.

"To my room, I need to freshen up," she replied without turning, her tone clipped and resolute.

"This is your room; this is where you belong. I've moved all your things to this room