"Then please, come with me." She may not be a gallant like those who had seen to her shortly after her arrival, but she rather thinks she will do. Especially considering that they are blood. To see the resemblance, even with centuries separating them is uncanny. And so, she offers her arm, and sets off gracefully toward the inn with her in tow.

As they walk, she glances over at her with a small smile. "I am but a girl of nineteen and not even a mother yet. It is somewhat odd to imagine. My father—" She hesitates, raising her head a little. "He called me Bess. I much preferred it to my mother's sobriquet for me, if you would like to make use of it, in turn."

Luckily for them, the inn is not so far away (not with the way she walks, in any case) and as they arrive, she pushes open the door, holding it for her.

"This way."