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Isabella "Bella" Swan (_bella) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Bella nodded in response to his question about the room keys. Luckily, the man who was responsible for their kidnapping was also thoughtful when it came to labeling things well. It was not only helpful, but well organized, which eased Bella's mind a little. She could handle chaos and disorder, but she preferred when things were neat and tidy. Her room at home was evidence of that.

She smiled her thanks when he bowed. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to curtsey, or bow in return. So far the only people she'd run into seemed to have old-fashioned manners, and while she was polite, they left her unsure of herself. She reached up, pushing back the wet strands of her hair that had begun to stick to the side of her cheeks and neck, pulling them back to clear her face, trying to fill the moment and prevent herself from doing something awkward. "Do you mind?" She said finally, moving forward finally, closing the distance between them, and holding out her hand for his key. She would be able to help him find it easier if she knew which one it was.

She looked at Saphira then, her expression pleasant despite the fact that being so close made her heart race. She didn't want to be afraid, but she couldn't help her natural bodily reactions. She would fight through them, and in the meantime she would be careful not to let them effect how she reacted to the blue giant. "I'm not sure the dorms were meant to hold a dragon," She said apologetically, "But you're welcome to come along." She offered a polite smile when she finished, before turning to look at Eragon She suddenly wondered silently, if Saphira could even understand her. Maybe it only worked telepathically. She felt embarrassment wash over her at that prospect, and her cheeks colored in response.