The doors whispered closed again and Bryn strode over to the couch and carefully, like she would break if she jostled her too much, placed Brenna down on the piles of animal hides. Most would look familiar if she had paid attention to the coverings when she was a child. "I'll return in a few moments. If you get cold there is this.." She lifted the edge of a more modern cotton throw that was exceptionally soft.