[helaena giggles nervously and turns––it is a skimpy robe, more like a shift than a proper gown. she steps forward, takes the robe as if it had been left out for her by a handmaiden in the red keep, and shrugs it on.]

Thank you. The white cloaks have their uses.

[her recent arrival has her feeling...dreamier than usual, and the powerful new blood in her veins doesn't help. the courtesies she's learned to adopt feel distant. she fumbles for them.]

That was kind of you. Do you know where I might stay?

[she glances back at dreamfyre.]

You don't have to worry about Dreamfyre. She hasn't killed anyone yet.

[comforting???]