Calliope slowly got up, already missing the feel of Alexander's arm around her. She went to the door and opened it just a crack, enough to retrieve the dress from the innkeeper, before shutting the door again. There was a small changing screen, and Calliope stepped behind it to dress. The light hit the screen just right, Calliope's body casting a shadow picture on the thin fabric of the screen as she changed. "I don't know my family, no." She said, answering his earlier speech. "Well," she amended, "I know I have a cousin named Oliver. Father forced us to write letters. But I've never actually met him, or any of the family. Unless it happened when I was little, and I simply do not remember." She stepped out from behind the screen, dressed in the innkeeper's daughter's dress, her nightgown folded over her arm. The dress was a bit large, but it covered what needed to be covered. It was better than wearing a thin nightgown, in any case.

"And, yes, last night is all a blur." She admitted to him. Calliope swallowed, just a little. "Do you think we can outrun the army? Or are we simply delaying being caught?"