She waits until the servant leaves before letting a smile cross her face. They both knew quite well that she's more than capable of protecting herself, but sometimes it's just nice to hear it said.

As she steps further inside, she glances around. "It feels like you," she comments idly. Everything straightened out to be presented as best as possible, but still with some personal touches that it isn't too empty.

Eventually she joins him onto the balcony, looking at the land stretched out before them. A nation that would have been so foreign, so unfamiliar to her only just a year ago, but she had spent some time traveling through and learning about since then.

But would it be enough, she wonders, to ever really call it home?