She follows.

Birgitta's room isn't that large, but it does have two single beds on opposite sides, wiith spaces carved into the walls for storage. Not many signs of personalization, she keeps all her gear neatly stacked, with a mission-ready bag by the head of her bed in case of an urgent departure.

It's cozy enough, still, even if smaller than the rooms she's used to. 

She has some personal mementos, some of which she sets up on the shelves. Items from her travels, trophies from past missions...

Birgitta is politely curious about the trophies' significance.

She'll tell a few stories, though it'd take a while to cover every trophy - Maellys has been in the Brotherhood a long time.

Older than she looks.

"You flatter me."

"Oh good, it's working."

"All according to plan so far?"

"If I don't have a plan, is the answer to that yes, or no?"

"Not even a short term one?"

"More like... loose goals."

"A dynamically evolving plan, then."

"That, yeah."

"And you progress towards your goals?"

"I think so."

"Wonderful."

Her tail flicks back and forth happily, long and dark and silky.

Cute.

"Not many are blessed with horse ears," she comments idly, stepping closer.

"I've had them since birth."

"Did your parents carry them, too?"

"No. Just me."

"Marked from birth, then."

Hm?

" - Is even that lore drifting out of knowledge?"

Sigh. 

"The marks of Sithis's favor are the raven, the black cat, the snake, the spider, and the black horse - the five children of the Night Mother."