Nodding timidly, she scurried behind the man, keeping quit close to him to avoid preying eyes. The town around her was a hustling bustling center of activity, the crowds even dwarfing the population of Moscovey, so naturally Katya was internally petrified. Looking forward to the inn they were going to as a welcome retreat from the constant rocking of the boat she realized how tired she was, almost feeling the bags under her eyes, she gave a cat like purr as she stretched her arms, the drowsiness the only thing she could feel as she followed the man. 
"excuse me," she whispered up to the man is she shuffled along beside him, "can I use you arm?", normally she wouldn't be so forward, or so fluent in her speech but the drowsiness had such a grip on her that she forgot her anxieties.