There was a ridiculousness to the situation that could only slowly wash over her. Climbing out of a fountain. Her clothes replaced. Her brothers gone from her and instead a specter from the distant past invoking another and her own twin. The polite thing would be to accept the robe on offer, the chill catching at her fingertips. But that required a measure of trust she was unsure that she could extend at this moment.

Even if there was usually instinctive trust between members of the brotherhood, the circumstances were ones unlike any that her father had prepared her for.

"An inn sounds lovely." she offered as her concession. "And somewhere that my brother is likely to arrive at all his own."