"What's this then?" Morgaine asks the strange little creatures, they're crawling toward her in a mass, each doing their part to lift a portion of what must be an incredibly heavy sheet of paper for them. She was tempted to simply grab it and read it, but stopped. Remember, must always remember. She reached up to her hood and pulled it over her head, a movement reported by the clinking of charms. The hood focuses the mind and blocks out lies. Then, at last, she leaned over, grabbing at the paper at first, but finding it as similarly incorporeal as the creatures themselves. Groaning, she finally decides to crouch and read the paper as it is presented mere finger-lengths above the ground.

"Companionship," Morgaine mutters. She had borne a habit of whispering along the words as she read. Reading for her, as for most in her home, was not a near-instinctual skill, as it seemed to be for many in the more urban Yharnam. To be able to read letters and divine their meaning in a single glance was a marvel to her, as if they were hearing the words said to them as they read. "Companionship," she said again, looking incredulously around her. Standing back up to her full height, she could survey the chamber again with more clarity. It was as she had first seen; everyone here seems to be either dead, near dead, or passed out. "Well, this best be worth the time." Stumbling a bit, she manages with the help of leaning on the other patients' beds to manoeuvre herself to the far end of the room, near to the door leading out. 

Finally, her motor skills were returning to her. She began practicing for a few minutes, taking slow, jittery steps without assistance by her hands. Those transitioned in a few moments to confident walking steps. Her arms came next, a few stretching exercises and wiggling her fingers until they felt somewhat responsive. Then, the moment of truth, as she laid a hand on the door and pushed. It didn't respond, until she realized with a little embarrassment that it opened inwards via use of the doorknob. Strange, where had she come to the idea of pushing on it? "Well, one mustn't allow companionship to wait. So long, creatures," she said, mostly to herself, before finally opening the door and stepping through.