[ Iramaat is quite happy to tug another (newer?) faun along with her. The winding way through the maze is a bit confusing, especially when you've been celebrating all night, but she can't complain in the least. Well, at least until they hit a dead end. She loops her arm through Reynir's with a little frown and taps her chin. ]

We must've taken a wrong turn. We could go back and keep looking...

[ She eyes the neatly folded blankets in this particular little nook. It definitely looks cozy. ]

...or we could stay here. I'm trying to decide which I prefer.