Larea perked up when she heard Riu's voice come through the door. Good, he wasn't asleep then - that would make things quite a bit easier than trying to deal with just the knight and her oddities. Come to think of it, though, why did Riu insist on having her protect him while he slept? Larea had no idea where he came from, or who he was really - did he have reason to expect unpleasant company? Gods, this wasn't some elaborate plan cooked up by the knight and her accomplice to fool them, was it? As Learin was yelling at the door, Larea used her time to look around the immediate area to find an escape route should things go awry. At least Riu was talking, that meant they hadn't hurt him yet.. probably. The door swung open - while the image of a knight behind her tower shield was quite the imposing one, it was soon moved out of the way, giving a clearer picture of the room. Riu seemed to be unharmed, and all was well. A wave of relief hit Larea, realizing that her brief worry was for naught. Still, she kept a mental note of it; this was perhaps the kind of thing she would be smart to think about ahead of time in the future. Not everybody in the world they lived in was kind, she had learned, and it seemed Riu had reason to be wary. Smart as he seemed to me, he was still only just a boy, and the idea of this being a plot against him was likely something he hadn't thought of either.<br/><br/>When Learin apologized, she shook her head and offered him a warm smile. Certainly, Sigrun (and the events surrounding her) was strange, but she wasn't really causing<span style="font-style: italic">problems.</span>At least, not for Larea. She soon regretted that thought however, as the knight started speaking again, reminding Larea of exactly how strange things got in her presence. Larea's head fell into her waiting palm, accompanied by a sigh of disbelief - now one of them would have to explain the whole situation yet again, and judging by the look Learin was giving her, he expected her to be the one to do it. She shook her head, flipping to an empty page and putting pen to paper again. A minute later, she showed the page to him: "We're neither slaves nor traders, but.. Sigrun offered herself as a slave to the boy, and he said yes. I know not why."