She wonders if maybe they wasted away here too, somehow. What if they were the last brought back? All the hundreds of possibilities and knowing they're likely not going to find an answer is just as upsetting as the skeleton of someone whose name isn't even on their door.

It's all something she thinks about giving voice to, even to the extent of opening her mouth, but then she thinks better of it. Maybe later.

"I'm not too keen on seeing what's behind the rest of the locked doors. Should we try the kitchen or ballroom?"