Return to your own room, and sleep.

The air of the monastery is cool and crisp. You make your way to the dormitories, where your room is. After pronouncing you Chosen of Sothis, Rhea had offered to grant you somewhere much nicer, even offering her own bedchamber for your personal use. But the simple dormitory room was perfect for you, and after a life on the road anything fancier honestly felt uncomfortable. You'd also be lying if the proximity to your beautiful students didn't also play a part in your choice of accommodations.

You kick your boots and cloak off as you walk through the wooden door, leaving them in a pile on the floor. You hang the Sword of the Creator on its hook above your bed, and barely manage to slip between the covers before passing out.