If the stairs had been a touch or normality for her the corridor was more so honestly. It was more spacious than that she'd grown with but thick walls and muffling stone meant safety!

"And so he is your liege lord? And Hogh lord of this keep?" She mused, trying to place dynamics into things she knew. A chair was quite welcome, the water more so! She hissed as she set her feet in it, knowing any scabbing would need to soften. "Ah, if you've no stillroom of your own in these walls then herbs shouldst be lacking. I did not think, my apologies lord."

Though..." ointments and ungents might spoil in time, if you'll let me sample from the jar I might tell you if it shouldst be disposed?"