(I feel like it's up to the character. Like, some characters might keep their powers a secret while other characters have already shared them. I image the B&B has an older style. Also, don't worry about the post length. As long as it's not like, one word, it's fine.)
Judith rushed out from behind the desk. "Oh, you poor thing! How long have you been outside? Are you cold?" She glanced over at Crimson. "Can you run up and get a spare blanket for me?" She turned back to the girl. "Oh, darling, what's your name? Do you know where your parents are?"
Crimson vanish than reappeared a few moments later, throwing a blanket at Judith. "I'm going to go check on the animals, don't mess up anything too bad." He turned to everyone, glaring. "And no one go in my kitchen." The kitchen was where he ate and his eating space was currently covered in blood. Away from the actual cooking space of course.
"Hm.. I don't know." She looked down at her feet, they were dirty and had a but of blood. It was a harsh walk. "I don't remember." She looked at the lady then yo the blanket. She was a bit cold, but probably wouldn't admit it. Using her hands she picked up the food and began to eat. First it was just a small bite, then after a few of those she scarfed the food down. (I figured one of you can decide on the name Olivia, since she doesn't know her name.)
Sawyer wandered into the dining room, stretching thoughtlessly. They quirked their eyebrow at the young dirty girl eating ravenously. "What did I miss, I haven't seen this shrimp around before," they said, gesturing to the girl and taking a seat at the table.
"Why don't we call you Olivia for now, dear?" Mya suggested, looking up at Sawyer. "Newcomer," she added, speaking to Sawyer now. "And she's not a shrimp."
"Relax, everyone gets a nickname from me. For example, I just say your name how it's spelled, M-ya," they chirped. "Shrimp will be her placeholder for now." Sawyer turned to Olivia and leaned forward. "So how'd you end up here hungry and dirty, Shrimp?"
Olivia, it was a nice name. She looked over to the guy talking and frowned a little. She didn't like any of the things she was called. "I'm not a shrimp." After finishing, she looked over herself again. "Is there anywhere I can clean up?" Olivia didn't want to be called dirty again. Plus it would feel nice to clean up.
