She slips her hand against his arm, gentle, careful. Especially light, in case she must detangle at short notice. That tension that never quite leaves her for that. Light, be poised, ready. An art to holding herself light.

In the same, she keeps her face schooled plain as he shows her about, where to go. Letting her eyes shut at the things that leave her cautiously shut in turns and receptive to the things that catch her eye. Ignoring now just the same whatever looks she gets in return, better things to be doing. Her face serverely empty as she looks over his - rooms? Bigger than she expecting perhaps. For a man with no family to see to him and no, not a palace, but she wasn't looking for that anyway.

No, what she's looking for, she gets as she takes a glance around. A thin, happy sigh that leaves her and shifts her shoulders back. "It's dry." Is the happy little sigh she shouldn't say but it was true. Three months sleeping on straw mats on the ground made this seem an utter relief she cannot quite fathom. Maybe for once her back wouldn't be a aching mess in the morning.