Mialla didn't take much longer than Giles to finish - she was positively starved, after all. "Not get lost," she pointed out. "Know where all the trip hazards are." She might have sharp eyes, and see much better in low-light conditions than humans, but overcast nights tended to be lightless, except for lanterns and torches.<br/><br/>She accepted the saddle blankets gratefully, and noted that Giles was pretty carefree with the torch in the hayloft - not to mention it didn't really act like a cloth soaked in pitch or tar wrapped around a handle. "Appreciate it. I imagine these would be somewhat difficult to replace?" It shouldn't take her long to get unpacked - at least not what she needs to make herself comfortable that night. She'll be busy in here for a while, when she's not helping out with work around the keep or singing...