[She stops at that sounds, and looks over her shoulder to be greeted with the sight of a small, hooded head peering out from one of the rooms. The cloak, combined with its color made something in her ache and set a deep frown upon her face.

The troll was a young one, Mag could easily tell that so she did not feel threatened. Despite the unpleasant memories that surfaced she turned fully to face her and...raised a hand up? Where once such a gesture had been one she barely even thought about, now it was hard to recall if that was a form used to greet one another. If not, it would at least show the other troll she carried meant no harm.]