Mialla hesitated for a moment before following the guard. He seemed friendly enough, surely, he wasn't... but a girl had to look out for herself. She had learned /that/ quickly enough, and been fortunate enough to escape with only her dignity damaged. Up closer, it was clear that her singing was both optimistic and intended to make her feel better - wind and snow had soaked her coat, and the moisture was beginning to seep inside drain warmth. She kept shifting from one leg to another, hoping to generate a little more heat.<br/><br/>She looked around the keep with interest as she was led through, noting that she could not place the function of all the buildings, and resolving to ask when she got the chance; surely, nothing as substantial would be built idly. Entering the kitchen, she smiled at the two servants working. "Good afternoon," she greeted them, and found a space to sit near one of the fireplaces. The question about hunger registered as she was peeling herself out of her coat, and caused her to pause for a moment, long enough for her mid-section to grumble audibly. "Like a wolf," she admitted.