She recoiled a little and nodded.  "Understood.  I would like to stay, if it still pleases."  She prepared to follow him, wondering what state the room she would be given was in.  Would it look as it did centuries ago?  Or would it be ravaged by time?  "If I might trouble you for- perhaps, something to drink?  A glass of water or anything like that?"<br/><br/>The fear seemed to have encrusted on her throat.  She wasn't hoping for much, as they were obviously beyond drinking anything.  But perhaps they had a cub she might hold out the window to catch the rain?  It seemed like a rediculous notion, but it was something.  Either way, she just hoped he wouldn't get angry again.