[Hearing the voice, Shiro steps in through the door, shutting it behind her. The sound of her bare feet on stone and tile is hardly any sound at all, and when she finally makes her way into the round, open room, she stops for a moment, looking around. The destruction doesn't seem to bother her. After all, aside from the entryway, her own room isn't in much better shape. Even now.

It takes a moment, but her eyes finally find him on the chair, and she moves closer, finally pausing just out of arms reach.]

Not sure what chikatrice are, but I'm here. If you need things. That's--part of what wardens are supposed to do, I think.