The boys hair flowed down the side of the building and hung just within her grasp but Lara didn't move for a second, just taking in the sheer strangeness of the situation she now found herself in. Absently, she started taking off all the heavy parts of her armour until she was left with just her thin leather jerkin and pants and the amulet his mother had given her. She kept her boots and the knives contained in discreet sheaths. The boy didn't seem dangerous, but you never could tell.

Shrugging, Lara wrapped her hands around the thick, sturdy feeling hair and started to climb.

It didn't take her all that long to get to the top - she was nimble and the stones were good footholds - and she swung up to crouch on the window ledge, hands red and sore from the effort held out in front of her to show she meant no harm.

She looked over the...man, she now realised, not a boy at all. She'd assumed and been wrong on that score and the mother hadn't exactly been forthcoming with details. He was a grown man, broad and strong looking despite his obvious containment in the tower. He was extremely attractive too, and Lara smiled, appreciating the view close up.

"Thank you, for letting me up." She said, stepping lightly into the room and bowing slightly to him. "We can make proper introductions now. My name is Lara."