[A chill goes up her spine when he speaks. It is familiar, but distant, and she cannot quite place it, yet. Perhaps it is the cold playing with her mind. After all not everyone from this town is from Westeros. She dips her head in thanks before shutting the door behind her. She would not want to warmth to escape.
Her eyes are cautiously on him as she steps closer to the fire he's created. She does not know what to say, and something nags in the pit of her stomach. Trust doesn't come easy, but there's something else. Something she can't quite place. So she quietly heads toward the hearth, pulling off her gloves.]
My apologies if I have bothered you. Are you alone here?
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Her eyes are cautiously on him as she steps closer to the fire he's created. She does not know what to say, and something nags in the pit of her stomach. Trust doesn't come easy, but there's something else. Something she can't quite place. So she quietly heads toward the hearth, pulling off her gloves.]
My apologies if I have bothered you. Are you alone here?