"If you can find me a room near other people, I'd appreciate it. The sound helps me orient myself inside a building." Cyrene informs Cain once he sets her down in the garden of the Manor, looking a bit embarrassed, not knowing there's nobody around that might have seen her in the arms of the local Lord and misunderstood.
Her sense of propriety is a great relief to the others, who have become used to the rather blatant shamelessness that seems to have infected half of the Upper Nobility. Though it's mostly due to her class and the obstacles it has caused in her life, Misha feels she's much more like a lost puppy they've taken in than a Noble's daughter.
"That's not a problem. I can also assign you a maid if you'd like. Someone to escort you wherever you need to be. We can talk about the details in the morning, but I'd like you to join my Guild, the Darklight Host." Cain offers in a light tone, trying not to offend her by offering too much assistance.
