She steps in behind the blond boy, her eyes darting around the halls as they walk through them.  The stones show centuries of use, and she knows that if the floor wasn't covered with the long rugs, there would likely be wear trails across the stone from thousands of feet.  Somehow, though, she misses the giant painting until Jonas points it out to her.  For a moment she just stares at the founder of her line, the line that she's living a lie to keep going.  She nods vaguely at her cousin's assessment of the painting, and almost misses it when he starts to walk away.<br/><br/>Quick stepping up to walk next to the older boy, she decides to try and talk a bit.  "So...um... any pointers for me?"  A part of her wants to ask about the boy's dragon, how it feels to raise one and to have it bee your other half.  But she's not sure how he might gake it, so she decides to leave those questions for another day.