Ella watched the stool creation process with respect, and Beauty in her head was even more appreciative of the gesture (and the magic). Ella sat down on the stool Joanie had motioned to, and she returned the favor by looking up at the canopy of leaves and making it close in a little - giving them privacy and protecting them from the bitter cold. A touch of grass growing underfoot, through the snow, finished off the offering; it was very much a promise that Joanie's secret was safe with her, for obvious reasons.
"Daniel is the Beast," she said, with a small shrug that said her interest in him was slightly self-explanatory. "Helena is Vlad's- no, she's Dracula's Mina Harker." She frowned. "You realize that it's completely wrong that I think you're more likely to know their tales than their names, but there it is."
"I admit that I'm not as worried about getting back as I am about the fact that we're likely to get ourselves killed here. We don't know the rules of this time period, and we don't speak the language. I met a doctor yesterday who claimed to know where I was from, which is equally worrisome."