A little smile pulled at her lips, tinged with uncertainty. It wasn't entirely his fault; she was feeling rather vulnerable and still a little confused. Still, she didn't feel threatened by his presence. He had helped her, and Savannah was the sort of girl to appreciate such things. Such naivety would not have suited her well had Pyrrhus been a rapist or a murderer.
"Pyrrhus," she echoed curiously. A strange name, though not a bad one. "I'm Savannah."
His question, more than his forward nature or unusual name, seemed to catch her off-guard. It wasn't that she didn't know, precisely... She could clearly remember the infirmary and leaving to find her siblings. Although she did not remember ever actually reaching their rooms. Yet, there was a feeling she had been going...somewhere else.
But she still did need to find her sister.
"To our room," she decided, seemingly unconcerned she was inviting a stranger to join her. "I'm looking for my sister..."