Mialla dutifully moved around to get the braziers lit, quietly glad to have something to do, to not be turned away. It would take at least an hour to dispel the chill in here; she hummed to herself, listening to the echoes of her voice in the hall, but stopped at Marian's question. "For the winter, at least," she nodded. "I have been offered a spot in the hayloft - I will need to go see how to turn it into a nest later."