Merrill stepped inside. Of course she did. She motioned for Rey to follow her just in case. It seemed rude not to. "I feel like I'm trespassing," she said, barely restraining a giddy sort of smile. "Like I've snuck into some Orlesian palace or something and I'm not allowed to touch anything." She ran her fingers along the back of one of the circular chairs.

"It's definitely much nicer than the alienage. Are all the rooms like this?" Immediately she was hit with a pang of loss, a want to share this with Isabela and Aveline.