She was more than a little breathless by the time they reached his home. Gena was glad he'd warned her about the gallop, because by Kia, she clung to him. Her numb bottom and growling stomach were replaced with complete and utter terror at the speed. It crossed her mind more than once that she was probably going to die, falling off the horse.
Taking his hand, she slid down, landing heavily on her battered knees. "Sure, sure," she murmured shakily at his instructions, watching as he wandered away. "Pretty trusting, if you ask me," she said, hobbling towards the door. Inside she took a moment to get a handle on her accommodation for the night, or a few days. She didn't know which. At this point she didn't really care. She was sore, and hungry, and tired, and she couldn't decide what was the most urgent matter to take care of.
She found her way to the kitchen, and after looking around for a moment she found some bread and took it with her as she continued her exploration of the house. It was nice, that was for sure. She liked it's simplicity and homliness, and the fact that it wasn't bustling with servants and her brother's detestable friends. Nibbling contemplatively she poked her head into the rooms one by one till she found one she liked.
It was easily the biggest room, but that wasn't why she liked it. The bed was HUGE... and she was a very restless sleeper, especially if her dreams came. So, with a contented little smile she plopped herself down into the centre of the bed, staring at the ceiling above her and yawned. Maybe she'd just close her eyes for a second. It couldn't hurt. And Zane'd be back soon, and she'd talk with him properly.
Her thoughts muddled and drifted, and soon enough she was out like a light, half nibbled bread disregarded in the middle of her outstretched palm.