She nodded slowly and placed a steadying hand against Signy's back. The girl looked slightly unwell, as if the mere thought of food made her side. She wondered what exactly it was that had gone on in that joining room. "It seems that whatever trial they put you through has completely exhausted you, both mentally and physically."
She began to guide Signy back towards the Keep, weaving between the few stragglers still remaining in the open courtyard. "You'll feel better after a good night's rest." She reassured, even though she couldn't really claim to know that. She wasn't a healer, and she didn't know what had happened to the girl, and yet she still found herself echoing a phrase her own mother had soothed with when she was a girl.
There were several levels of stairs to go up towards their rooms, and Imenry kept her hand on Signy's back, knowing the girl was dead on her feet, and not wanting her to trip in the poorly lit stairwell. There was a hush fallen over the huge stone structure, and it was different from all the other nights she'd been wandering the halls past dark. It wasn't peaceful, it was mournful.