Sylvia blinked when she felt amother within her room, at his question her attention focused on him with a tilt of her head. 

"Yes." She offered after a moment, her ears filling with the soothing pitter-patter of rain against her bedroom window. She reached for him and ignored the thought that she was acting like a child, eager to be picked up and cradled. She wanted to shower and rest, Aleksandr's reactions were odd but she didn't feel the need to think further on them. She looked a small, nervous smile to tug her own lips up in response to the one he offered her. 

She was nervous and going to a home she didn't know was making her edgy. She should of picked staying alone, maybe she'd fall down the stairs and knock some sense into her head. [@Briza]