Eira sunk into the embrace.  Everything she had valued in this life had been taken from her.  Her mother, her father, her realm.  It felt like Ylrid was the last piece of something familiar.  Still, she knew they could not linger on the hug or the man in the red garb would tell Bennington something was amiss.  She watched Ylrid go, but she remained in the gard, enjoying the peace and quiet for a moment.<br/><br/>“I find myself relieved that someone you think of fondly has found his way here.”  The voice came from behind her and she turned to find Bennington there.  He was not a bad man, but he had been misshaped by his father’s judgements of him.  “Yes, I am relieved as well.  I had assumed all parts of my homeland were lost to me.”  She bowed her head slightly.  “I will take my leave though, it’s been a very long day.  I hope you sleep well, my lord.”  Eira was kind enough to close the distance between them and give him a kiss on the cheek.  It was not meant to lead him on, in all reality, she felt herself wish that his role and Ylrid’s were transposed.  That Bennington would be her friend and ally and that Ylrid could then be...something else.  Something more, perhaps.<br/><br/>It was not a lie, she was tired and by the time she made it to her room and into her night clothes, it was all she could do to pull the covers over her form.  Eira slept soundly for the first night in weeks.  No nightmares, no memories of family and friends who were now go.  When she awoke in the morning she felt rested and ready, so she sought out the room they had put Ylrid in.  It was about as far from her own room as possible, which she knew was intentional.  She knocked softly, unsure what else to do.  It felt wrong to just burst into the room.