> Sorcha struggled to regain her footing when she was pulled in by Fallon. It was sudden and it caught her off guard. Once she did, she read the rules as well. Giving a nod in agreement. She followed Fallon around the house. Being in a house was new to her. But to actually live in one as well? Her nomadic nature before she got arrested was just about all she knew. She had an idea of how to live in a house from her time in prison. But in prison, everything was regimented. She looked up at Fallon "W-Which room do you want?"

Fallon looked around and glanced into an empty room, the walls a pale green. For some reason she felt safe there, maybe the forest dweller instinct inside her liked it so she walked in. "This one looks good" She spun around in the room, amazed she hadn't fallen over. She set down her small plastic bag on the bed, she had nothing but the cloths the prison supplied her.