Eliza was surprised when Katherin approached her with a welcoming message written in a notebook. She seemed nice enough and Eliza was driven to kindness by the fact that she was the owner of the castle. She gave Katherin a weak smile, for at the moment it was all she could muster. 

[i]Ah, this must be Secret's host. Interesting,[/i] said the voice in her head. She did not dispute it since the notebook and Katherin's acknowledgment of her were enough to prove that Disease was not wrong... but then again, when is it ever?

Eliza said a soft "thank you" to Katherin and gave her a small curtsey before heading into the castle. She was fascinated at how large and beautiful it was. It seemed as though it was a place you could easily get lost in, just like her old home. Although, her house was nothing compared to this and she could never go back there. 

Eliza followed the tantalising scent of the cooking meat and soon found herself at the kitchen. She froze slightly in the doorway as she had forgotten that there were others also waiting for the food and she hesitated. Not only was she quiet and awkward when meeting new people, she knew that she also looked very grubby at that moment. Her hands were dirty and the hem of her black dress was speckled with mud. Before she could say anything, her stomach spoke for her with a grumble. She clutched at it with both arms, looking down with embarrassment. She had made a fantastic first impression.