"Okay. Have fun. I presume it'll be easy to find each other again if we want to?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll see you later. I'm going to explore."

He grins, and opens a door that appears in the wall, and bounds away with his tail streaming behind him.

Well that's adorable. In a terrifying sort of way, but it counts.

She goes exploring.

The city/palace is beautiful. She already had evidence of that, of course, but there just keep being more beautiful things everywhere she goes. She likes gardens? There are gardens. Is she fond of waterfalls? There are a lot of those.

Waterfalls are lovely, the gardens are gorgeous, and the idea of getting to stay here is sort of - growing on her. A little. She'd like to leave, but as long as she's here, it's so nice.

Eventually, though, she thinks she wants to find a room of her own to put down what little stuff she brought with her and sit down.

If she expresses this wish, the valley will offer her a door to a lovely cozy room with a nice view of the western fields!

Hmmmmm but what if there are better ones?

She looks over some others, too.

Rooms are available in a variety of sizes, styles, locations, colour schemes, and degrees of opulence!

It takes her a while, but eventually she finds a cozy room with a lovely view of gardens, a verdant green color scheme, and a little bit of opulence, but not so much that it makes her feel weird. She deposits her stuff and lies down.

"... Do you have some kind of book delivery system? I would like a pretty good adventure novel, please."

Her door opens just far enough to admit a finely engraved silver tray, which tiptoes into the room on finely engraved silver legs, four of them, long and thin and graceful. The tray is just large enough to contain one book, which it carries over to the bed.

It's difficult to resist such a display of adorable whimsy. She giggles, despite herself.

"Thank you very much," she says gravely, bowing her head and taking the book.

The tray bobs once, like an acknowledging nod, and then leaves the same way it came in. The door closes behind it.

Well, that's just endearing.

She toes off her shoes, curls up in bed, and gets to seeing if the book is any good.

The book is all right. Not scintillating, but not bad.

Eh, she'll take it. She kind of wants to just have something nonthreatening and vaguely familiar, and this book is the former and books in general are the latter, so this will do.

Halfway through reading it she has a break for food. What adorable instrument of whimsy will deliver it?

A much larger wooden tray, walking on wrought iron legs!

Not as adorable as the picnic basket, but still pretty adorable.

She eats, resumes reading, and eventually finishes the book.

By this time, it's gotten dark. Does the wardrobe in this room conveniently spit out whatever clothes she likes? Because she thinks she'd like to go to bed.

It can guess that she probably wants nightclothes given the time of day!

Awesome. She closes it, tells it the sort of nightclothes she'd like, and then opens it again to retrieve them.

She's getting the hang of this place.

Then she changes and goes to bed.

Bed is very cozy.

Excellent. Good bed.

The next morning, she requests breakfast in bed. Just for the novelty.

Another wooden tray, but this time it has wooden limbs, and it climbs deftly in the window.

That is very endearing.

"Excellent climbing skills," she compliments, and then: nom. Breakfast in bed is pretty great. She'll probably do this again, because it's easy and pleasant and why not?

Then she gets up, gets dressed, and decides to go exploring again.

She sort of doesn't have anything to do. She can keep herself busy for a while, but she doesn't particularly like being so idle and aimless. Maybe she'll get some kind of direction when she learns - whatever it is her fellow jail mate is keeping from her. He said he would tell her, today. She'll give him time to find her on his own.