Agatha seated herself on the couch. It was surprising his home was so utilitarian when he wore a suit of such fine make. Although, on closer inspection, it did not appear to fit him quite right. It was too long in the arm and leg, and too small in the shoulder. A borrowed suit, then. Well, no matter. At least he knew better people.

"I have every reason to believe someone might hold me more ransom, Mr. Highwind," she said with a grave nod. "My husband is the Earl of Worpleston. He is very well off and has significant land holdings throughout the country." There was the flicker of a fond smile. "He also knows how to deal with my fool nephew, though that has more to do with a recommendation on his character than anything monetary to be gained from him."

She hardly paid any mind to Kain's awkwardness about his own arrival. Being transported from a tent to a cottage would seem to be a rescue in her eyes. "In any case, while it may be fortunate for some to find themselves elsewhere, it is not for me. Where is this place, anyway? Somewhere in Finland?"