She didn't move for a little while, but eventually released River to reach down and take her hands, and lead her silently into the castle. The fear was there, now, batting against her ribcage like a trapped rabbit, making her pulse race just a little faster. But her mind was steadfastly clear, and she was slowly managing to beat down the unthinking traces of panic, as well. Focus on the present. Warm hand wrapped around cool fingers.

Her room was small - probably had been a broom closet, at some point. The cot took up nearly the entirety of it, and it was sparce - nothing save the cot and a box with a candle on it. A book, old and worn so far that the cover was unreadable. Her bag lay beside the bedside table, still as packed as the day she came, as if she was constantly afraid she would have to leave, again, and needed to be ready. She gestured for River to take a seat and fished out a small pack of cards before joining her on the cot.

"My brother and I used to play cards," She murmured, her voice a near whisper, almost a secret. And maybe it was. She hadn't spoken of her brother in a decade.