She's not as quick to step inside, but instead studies the exterior after tying the reigns of her silver to a battered fence's beam. Fresh foliage snaps beneath each of her steps. It's rather unimpressive outside. By all means, boring, despite how well it blends in with the greenery around them. Much else in the immediate space around the structure is swallowed alive by weeds and plants, so she ignores this in favor of finally following him inside, having just caught his words.

"I wonder what happened to the prior owner of this place. Abandoned it when relations with Wyver grew strained?" Dead, perhaps. Or abandoning the cottage in favor of something better. "Not much room in here."

That, perhaps, was in the eyes of the beholder. It was larger than her own space back in Olympia.