Ilde could check, too, but Wolfgang says no, he's here and she sits back down because given the option of staying nearby, she'll take that one, under the circumstances. It takes her a minute or so to work her way back around to answering the next question, although she can't decide if it's more or less complicated than it feels-

“It's my house. Um, my other house. That I inherited, sort of.” That she did in fact inherit, but she's semi-confident that it didn't involve anyone actually dying, thus complicating how 'inheritance' works. Not being in Baedal is as good as, legally speaking, something that only makes Baedal seem all the more alarming, even if it makes sense. It's the kind of mental logic puzzle that is the refuge of a mind that can't decide between trying to forget the things she can do nothing about right now or trying to aggressively remember them because she should, she just should, because it isn't fair to look away. And here she is, looking at- her hands, mainly, but then back to Wolfgang, in case he speaks, because she is paying attention today. “I have another house. This one.”