"I suppose not" she simply agreed, shifting her attention towards the knock on the door, intent on the messenger as he spoke. She was mildly curious, of course, but had no desire to sit in on such deliberations, she would see them soon enough. 

"Go on ahead" she called after Neven, with a smile, ushering the maid she'd chosen earlier back into the room as he left.

"Could you draw me a bath dear?" She asked the girl, and without a moment spared the she took off to complete her task. "Also..." Penelope stumbled about the suite for few seconds, locating her things "I'm not sure where my bags were placed, but my robes are in there as well."

The girl appeared in the doorway once more, her gaze slightly averted "Would you have them ironed mam?"

"Please" Penelope answered with a smile once more, looking over the girl more carefully this time. She seemed so young. Maybe around her sisters age, she supposed, with midnight black hair, braided neatly down her back. If she had been dressed differently, she could have passed for any other normal girl her age. But she heard what the Butler said earlier.."[i]we have to name them..?[/i] she pondered silently. "[i]How could I be expected to name someone?"[/i]

Aimlessly wafting about the room she found herself gazing out of the window, her eyes fixated on the fountain once more. [i]"No..no, I'm sure she had a name..."
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"But how does one end up here, if not the way I've come...?"

"Mam, your bath." The girl spoke, startling Penelope from her thoughts. 

Almost embarrassed, Penelope shuffled off quickly to enjoy her bath while it was still hot, eager to shed her clothes from the day of travel and lay her mind at ease. 

Merrily, Penelope soaks in the bubbly concoction, lightly exchanging words with the girl from across the two rooms, as she gently ironed Penelope's silk gown and robes for the evening.