(OOC please!) She smiles, nodding. Your choice seems to please her. She continues to dab at her nose in a feeble attempt to stop her nosebleed.

"Thank you. I will take you to the library, where we can wait for my mother," she tells you, holding her hand out to you.

This time, her voice is once again respectful. Her dress swishes slowly as she moves around the fallen door and toward the doorway.

"We do not have much time before your stepfather figures me out."