its just a lil dusty

The pair made their way inside after their long talk in the secret garden. Bramble excused herself and Quill took the opportunity to seat himself in the big hall, blue and pink eyes moving upwards to gaze upon the sprawling stone ceiling. What could have possibly crafted such a spectacular place? Not wolves, surely. Something possessing immense dexterity and intelligence, he wagered. No matter what mythical beasts had built the castle, Quill Klein was glad to be a part of its use.

Bramble returned, a little package carting companion flying on past them. Quill gave the earthen woman an easy smile and nodded, rising and carefully moving up the extensive staircases. It wasn't terribly bad, but by the time they reached the top, he did indeed feel it in his wounds. No complaint passed his lips, however.

Down the hall they went, claws clicking on stone until Bramble stopped in front of one door. Quill assumed that this would be his new room and almost pushed the door open for her when she offered to take him to her room first. Again, the brutes brow arched. "I would rather enjoy seeing how the lady lives," he purred, then motioned for her to lead the way. It would be... interesting... living between two of the Carpathian ladies. Though... if Quill had his way, he wouldn't be spending much time in his own room.