The Wardens aren't obligated to protect me. There are some who do, but that doesn't make me one of them. They have bigger concerns than one elven mage. ...I shouldn't take their attention.

[She finds her way to the kitchens, and gets a kettle of water set to boil by the fires.]

You know, I've never had a real room to myself ever. It's always been shared quarters, apartments that were little more than a single room, or just... wherever I could find a spot out of the way. The idea--a whole room just to myself--it seems... absurd, almost. I don't... I can't justify it. Not when so many people are just living in tents or on cots and bedrolls, no permanent place of their own...

It's a very sweet offer, Jamie, thank you, but there are people so much more deserving than me.