Vaughn arrived amongst Ella and Rosalie in much the same way that they'd been brought together. Through confusion with the local guards and seeming genuinely out of place while wandering outside the Palace. The pieces fell together in a way that Vaughn did not question, and even the Witch was silent in observation as her clothing was traded out by a maid for stricter garments of black and white, long of sleeve and pearl of button. Vaughn did not understand Russian, but she followed body language admirably, and kept her eyes downcast in respect when she was shown toward the kitchen.
Before turning the corner, she was struck by the familiarity of Ella's voice so near, and she paused. Vaughn listened for a moment, then heard the second voice. It was one that was familiar, but she almost couldn't place it for a moment until the Witch finally rose her voice in a cool, and amused answer.
The princess that sleeps..
Ah. She turned the corner, and gave thanks to the Witch in silence before stepping toward Ella and Rosalie. Fingers drawn in nervous knots, caught on the fabric of her skirt, as she regarded the room warily.