[ Meanwhile, Gray's steps are grounded but light and smooth, as if doing their best to avoid troubling the earth. As they speak, she keeps her eyes and ears sharp for signs of anyone else nearby. In a way, this is her element; she always felt most useful when she was guarding her squishy mentor from the cutthroat dangers of the world of magecraft. ]

Blankets... Yes, that makes sense.

[ Gray can regulate her temperature via magical enhancement, but the deep chill of this place touches even her. She can't imagine what it's like for everyone else. ]

Maybe there's a linen room. If there is, maybe it would be... somewhere out of the way?

[ Her lame but best guess. She droops a little, a centimeter's bend to her cloaked shoulders. ]

I've been in castles before, but I never noticed details like that.