Sileas sighed. Questa was of no help. "Fine but it's going to be crowded down here. And now I don't know if we nicked enough food to tide us over tonight."

"The kitchen is just up there, we can get more food." Yehudit said, sitting on a box to take some weight off her ankle.

"I don't know if they were able to salvage anything from the inn that might be yours, you'll have to ask Xavier."

Yehudit shrugged. She was not overly worried about things.

Sileas looked in another trunk and found her weapons. "Help me move this into my room."

Yehudit hobbled over as if she could easily move a heavy trunk.

Sileas frowned. "And what do you think you're doing?"

Yehudit put her hands on her side of the crate. "Helping you."

"All right then." Sileas didn't feel like arguing. "On three. One. Two. Three." She lifted her end of the trunk.

Yehudit's side of the trunk lurched for almost a second, then went motionless.

"I think it's caught on something." Was Yehudit's excuse.

Sileas gave her a skeptical look but said nothing. "Did you find what it's hooked on?" Siles finally asked, playing along.

Yehudit looked at the floor around her end of the crate. "No. Maybe it's caught on your end."

Sileas scowled at her. "My end is up in the air. Nothing to be caught on. Questa, come help me."

Yehudit scowled back. "I can do it!" She dropped her walking stick and managed to lift her end while standing on one leg.

Sileas's scowl deepened. "Now. How are you going to walk and hold the trunk?"

"Just let me do it." Yehudit said, balancing on one foot. "Now where re we going with this thing?"

"That room over there," Sileas said, pointing to the bedroom she had chosen. "We'll put it at the foot of...no, between the bed and the wall."

"Then let's go." Yehudit hopped.

Sileas started toward the bedroom, walking backwards. She felt like she was bearing all of the weight of the trunk. "Questa, would you mind pulling the bed away from the wall?"

"Why can't Yehudit do that too?" Questa asked, eating a sticky bun and enjoying the show.

"Because she's not an octopus."

"Maybe she just needs ter believe she's an octopus." Questa suggested.

"Nope, it's physically impossible."

"Yer 'ave magic stuff. Give 'er some extra arms and legs. Make 'er useful." Questa said.

"I don't know how to use anything yet. And for all I know, all I have are books," Sileas pointed out. "Since I haven't started unpacking any of it."