Crystin locks eyes with Lars and smiles demurely: "Oh! Oh I would love to leave this place with you. Father and I could be safe and ... um ... " she pauses to squint her eyes and press her fingers to her temple as if she has a throbbing headache, "I...can't go away though. Father won't allow it. I can't disobey Father!"
Crystin goes back to cleaning and then puts a few more logs in the hearth. She then opens the doors to the various bedrooms. "Ma'am," she addresses Torrent, "you are welcome to share my room. You gentlemen can sleep in the other rooms, or here by the fire as you please. I hope you all enjoyed dinner. Good night." She then walks into her room, leaving the door open for Torrent.
Torrent stands up and raises an eyebrow when she looks at you: "Not that I regret this kind girl's hospitality, but does anyone else fancy pitching a tent in the yard? The old man is off his rocker and something fishy is going on here. I'll go with the group decision, so come get me in Crystin's room if you make a decision."