"Good." She turned to walk, making sure he was in step before silently leading them back to her room. Her room was - well - small. very small. It was about the length of the bed, in one direction, and not much wider in the other. The only furniture was the bed itself, and a small table, with a candle, and the few odd pieces that she owned. A couple of books. Carving tools, some ink and paper. It was all very efficiently organized, and spartan. She set the bed roll down on the floor next to her bed.

"You will be staying here until I can arrange proper overnight supervision for you."