Jemina opened the door to her room, pulling a small suitcase behind her. It was all that she had had a chance to get out of the house before being whisked away to this place. Not that she didn't want to be here, or was being held against her will. It was more the fact she wished she didn't have to be here. If only things hadn't gotten so bad that Amelia felt it was her duty as the best fried to swoop in and rescue her.<br/><br/>She sighed as she closed the door, looking around at the room Amelia had set up for her. It made her smile a little, it was perfect. The view was amazing, perfect for painting actually. And the bed looked comfy and soft. Everything was just, perfect. Leave it to Amelia to go completly out of her way to make sure she was comfortable here. She was being generous enough to let her stay here, let alone make sure her room fit her perfectly. She would have to find a way to thank her for all of this, someday.<br/><br/>She lifted her suitcase onto the bed and started unpacking, putting things in their proper place. She made a mental note to ask Amelia where she could find a proper easel. Or if she could find someone to get back to her house to get a majority of her painting supplies. She hadn't had much time to grab what things she had and she was kicking herself for not taking a little extra time to grab more of her paints, or her easel. At least she had gotten her sketch pad and pencil's so she wasn't totally without.<br/><br/>As she put things away she wondered where Amelia was. They had a lot to talk about, a lot to catch up on. After she was done packing she would seek her out, if the woman didn't find her first.