[ it isn't an easy task to read Gray, not with her face obscured. she seems to be... disheartened? perhaps she's a more sensitive child than one would have assumed from her serious demeanour and appearance? comfort isn't something that Ruby feels herself capable of; instead, she laughs the words off, a pleasant bell-like sound. ]

That's okay! I've lived in a castle all my life, so that's something I can help with.

[ they had started meandering in any direction away from the library they were leaving from, but now Rudbeckia takes Gray's arm, fingers curling around her inner elbow as though a lady being escorted, to walk the both of them more purposefully. even if her own experience with castles is hardly extensive, this body has the experiences of the real Rudbeckia to rely on: ]

The servants' quarters would have linens, and for a castle of this size I think they ought to be somewhere on the ground floor near the kitchens? Otherwise, the bedrooms might still have blankets in an armoire. The maids in my family always kept some there!