"I know enough to not burn things." Her sense of smell and memory was enough that she was able to get to them long enough.

The lace fan got her attention, but for reasons she couldn't put a finger on. She instead focused on trying to clean the place up.

"My father's sulking and in a bad mood, and my brother's throwing knives at the wall." And she wasn't about to risk getting in either's way. "I didn't know if Lola was at work or not..and, well, you claim to be from the same world as myself."

Claim, but something in Gyda kept nagging that there was more to the story than Cinna let on. Right now though, she just wanted out of her home at the moment.