For a moment, however brief, it's almost like home. The hall is nowhere near as opulent, the temperature far too cold but- beyond the door the apprentices and mages sleep soundly, shushed from night terrors by the eldest that will take her place come the predawn. She has company that understands, to some degree, her wariness. It's familiar.

And it stings to remember how the halls had changed so quickly in the Spire. She's grateful when Sam breaks the silence.

"Compassion." A beat. "I am a spirit healer, and the spirit I work with to heal is Compassion. They are...terribly particular as to how I am to spend my time. If it will not be a detriment to my health and I've strength left in me and there is someone that needs mending? I am to mend them."

It could be a burden, that onus. But having time to work and those that need it help her from thinking of home.