Sypha's entire body relaxed at hearing her name on his lips. "Just a few days. Apparently this inn, hotel, functions like Dracula's castle going from one place to another, but sometimes in different realities," she explained. Maybe it was a lot, but despite her constant insults, she knew the more he knew sooner the better. "And the guests are also from different places, sometimes different times."
She rubbed the scar on her arm absently as she spoke.
The talk of Lindenfeld caused her expression to darken. She had hoped he'd been spared, pulled further from her past when things were a bit brighter. She did appreciate the sentiment of him attempting to find a way to make her feel better. "So far I've been attacked by crazed turkeys, helped a sorcerer move them about, met a child who can do things with her mind, and celebrated a feast called Thanksgiving. This place does not lack in excitement," she said slipping her arms around his waist and leaning against him. "But I'm glad you're here."