She was standing there, glaring at the flooring. It was wooden and cold.
"This will be your room." She recalled the man stating. A hand placed atop her shoulder.
The travel in itself had left her brother exhausted. Upon seeing his own chambers, he had simply crawled atop his bedding and fell into slumber. But not herself. She was on edge and near to bristling. Looking to the side, she spoke. "This is Wammy House. Isn't it?" The elder man smiled once more. It was disarming to most. But not to her.
"Of course. Did your Mother and Father tell you about their involvement, here?"
"They both lived here, met here." She responded plainly.
Walking forward, she placed her hand atop the fabric of her bedding. Glaring at it in that same manner she had done to the floor. Watari merely watched the girl. She had reacted so cooly to the entire ordeal. Even for one of her age. She seemed much too mature. "Miss Aaldark." The girl grunted. Signaling she was paying attention.
"You are completely aware of all that may happen. Correct?"
She frowned. "Yes."