Finexia purred as she set the woman aside, planning to snuggle into her princesses, then paused at the knock on the door. She slid out of bed and over to the door, opening it and blinking, then smiling at the young woman. The noble looked like she was one of the youngest of the captives, at a little past twenty years old. "Of course I am. I was just preparing to sleep, but I can stay up longer. How may I help you, young lady?"