Beverly will likely be the same, eventually. She's always found it easier than some people to set down roots simply because she attaches easier to people rather than one specific place.

She huffs out a laugh. Her mind wanders into the fact that Jean-Luc finally got pulled in, but her mouth won't quite form the words before Nerys has an arm around her shoulders. It takes all of her concentration to figure out what the hell Nerys is doing, but eventually Beverly manages to get her feet underneath her. Unfortunately, she needs the support as they walk, but at least the Inn is close. It might not be as homey as the house she's taken up in, but it's a good place to be all the same.

As Nerys settles her in a chair and gives her something of an order, Beverly gives her a mock salute. "Yes, sir!" she teases. For right now, she'll obey, feeling too tired to wander far even if she wanted to. So Nerys will find her sitting there in the same place, staring off into the distance at nothing at all, when she returns.