Sigrun was relieved somewhat when the mysterious man from before came to assist. She didn't know how to create magical sparkles with her hands like he could, and magical sparkles usually solve things. She was thankful once again when the one named Ahmaht swept the girl into his arms and carried her into a room. The knight didn't feel much like moving, as she was still trying to comprehend what happened. She tossed a few glances in the direction of the 2 men as she caught the name of the masked stranger and Ahmaht's suggestion of sleep. He had a point, so with a shrug of the shoulders, Sigrun plopped to the floor and closed her eyes, saving money on buying a room of course.