Dimitri bit her lip, smiling slightly at Sako. "Th-thanks..." she whispered. "That helps a bit." She gently put her sketchbook away, tired from the long day and ready to rest. At Sako's offered hand, she gently took it and stepped out of the car carefully, somewhat tired after the long day. She slowly wandered towards the house, taking in the view. This was certainly better than any place she'd ever been to. Dimi shook away the thought, remembering the museum in St. Petersburg and the grand ice rinks; her father could only think of the pain such royal wastefulness brought onto the rest of the Russian people. Now, she had begun to agree with him. When Sako's mother, a kind-looking woman with gentle waves of black hair, took her to a guest bedroom, she responded with a polite nod and a "Yes, Ma'am." The elder woman gave her a gentle smile and let her get situated.<br/><br/>Dimitri shut the door after bidding Sako a quick farewell. Almost immediately upon being left alone, she crossed to the window and carefully opened it. A soft breeze began to fill the small room. Dimi slid her satchel over her shoulder with a wince, then carefully pulled herself out through the window and to safety. Walking hurt and she didn't have her bike or another free ride. Dimi took a deep breath then began to limp down the road, her head spinning as she struggled to keep moving. She stumbled down the road, head swaying and tears in her eyes. The girl let out a curse in Russian then kept moving, jumping at even the slightest of sounds.