Saria smirked at the comment of the male, but quickly repressed it as she munched on a piece of toast.
"Well," she said, breaking the awkward tension. "I'm Saria, I own the place." She said with a warm smile. "It sounds like you two may be staying for a few days. Let me know if either of you would like a quick tour. Similarly, you're free to roam around and check things out yourself." She glanced at Stykes to see if he was going to stick around for this apparent sibling rivalry or if he was going to let her know what was going on, since he obviously knew.
She nodded silently, signaling her departure from the room, as she turned and walked back into the kitchen, bringing her toast and coffee with her. The first floor was still pretty bad, and she figured today would be a good day to start some minor repairs. She walked through the kitchen and to the back door, where the box from the day before still sat.
She stopped as she walked near it, looking at it quietly. Just yesterday she was struggling to open the lid, to see the memories inside, and then just a few hours later Stykes showed up. What a day. Now being bombarded with memories every time Stykes was in the room, she wondered whether she could now really sit and comb through the contents.