[Hi, hi. As there have been no distress calls over the journal as of yet, Sebastian figures he can give the actually capable people a chance to make it back on their own before he goes outside to play search-and-rescue dog. When she addresses him he's busy looking over the windows in the lobby - assessing whether they'll hold against the wind, making mental notes of what nearby materials to fortify them with should it be needed... but of course he turns to properly face her and bow politely.] Your Majesty.
Indeed it is. More people should arrive eventually, I would think, as this seems to be only a case of strong winds. [No monsters or killer blizzards or what have you. So far.]